Do you think!
If your hands knead your cold morning with soil
Or your lips tried to water your mirage by mirage
Will hungry and thirst
Which hiding in ravage
Feel peace.
Once I see me lady, and my mirror is clouds
But the dark autumn rain
Is flowing in my blood
And brings me back
I am the lady
Which her fingers
Reached to the sky
Holding the wishes, to back
and spread the map of back
Oh! Peace come back…
How much cold did you leave?
How much hungry did you leave?
This is there absence’s bread
It is thrown on their trail roads
And your face is their wheat grain
And there is fear’s tea
It drinks all names of the dead
And its gall saliva
No time for wet saliva with sugar
Tents of dreamers became narrow
Oh! Our Arab face, where is our
Other destination?
Oh! Earth, the lowest sky
Cover our days, or
What remaining from
Tribe’s crumbs, was here
Those ones leave the wishes
And peace, every morning
Will they back?
I see, camp’s hand
Does not mark for any one
Who is after others?
Or, may be how many after others?
What we will find else
Nothing, except his voice
Ahadon, Ahad
