My love
Is a poem translated  
Meaningless

Between the lines
It germinated
And bloomed
And floundered
In the memory of
The fallen flower


Wounded seriously
Fighting
With the insects
Buried themselves
Between the petals
My poem
Now
Is a morsel of
Crumbled words

Translated by the unknowns
With the pen
Filled with poison
This fallen poem itself
Is my love.

Once
there was a sea
And a sun set
But
we forgot to count
the waves.
Now,
The sea has grabbed
Everything away

Insanity
is not  a disease
it's the infinite expanse
of possibilities

When the
Planted trees
Not germinate
They wandered for the
Scattered seeds.

Children of Gaza
Still
With trembling hands
Eating dry bread  
Without looking at anyone's face
Eyes lowered
Heads down
Lowered the noise.

Occasionally
Don't look at the sky
Will try to face up
Whole body
Trembling
sweat
the end
Close the eyes.

It fell right next to it and broke
Bomb, Grenade, Missile
The ringing in their ears
It was abandoned that day

in faces
wounds
Not yet dry
Still
They are
Haven't slept yet
In bunkers and shelters
For nights and days
is increasing.

Hugging each other
Crying babies
Anywhere on the streets  
See you

Will you be forgotten?
Will love spread?
As a shadow I will come beside you
Will you fall as fresh rain?

A love for you
N heart song
Falling slowly
In the moon of colors

Darling in your memory
Just like Moon
Am I gone?
You remember the way you came
Will it spread in my soul?

Like a river
I will be filled
You are a picture
Will leave me

You are wet
It will fill the eyes
A look is enough
To fill the heart

Darling in your memory
Just like Moon
Am I gone?
You remember the way you will come
Will it spread in my soul?