From my wounds,
I heard the rooster crow, the awakening of a new dawn,
And my Angel whisper not to “go to sleep with the dead corpses”.

From my wounds,
I lit one thousand candles, and added to them a dose
Of my grandma’s prayer for one thousand 'pay it forward' pledges.

From my wounds,
I made a flute to play the songs of the suffering souls, and built
For my mother an eternal castle made of my love, tears, and longing.

From my wounds,
I created my poetry kingdom, full of inspiration,
And intoxicated my veins with the wine of humanity.

From my wounds,
I became drunk with the infinite beauty of nature, and painted
my dreams with the moon's light that has touched beautiful hearts!

From my wounds
I gazed at your face glowing with light, I felt your
Gentle touch and your sweet kiss in the soft breeze!

Hussein Dekmak