Your voice giving a green palm The pigeon, Bringing branches from your heaven Bringing from your trees and blossoms I weave your branches You will be my drees You will be the sun and your leaves Be a butterfly... Take the shape of a butterfly... Angels sing you a lullaby to sleep...
Hayat liked to collect tree branches and play with them. Yesterday morning, quite by chance, a pigeon left a branch in front of me to make a nest. And as if hayat has transformed into a bird from heaven... he tried to bring me a gift branch again... 🌱