الخواطر  و القصائد النثرية

 I dip my eyelashes In the night’s kohl And kiss what it remained From the drawing On the palm of memory I sprinkle my sorrows Under a shade of cloud I wet them With water of ink With water of rain) The waist of the poem shakes Drunk Like a tremor of trapped one In the last whimsy My longing passes by Mellowed with memory Repeating the letter N Ending with the letter T Let me sip From the coffee of the absence Your sweet, luscious perfume And ask: “O you who is inhabited By love and rifle What is left from the time