Poetry

By: Moftah Al Ammari T.:  Ghazi Gheblawi Lonely enough with what I am That which is my body in the simple clothes Running as if the lightenings are my shoes Howling alone: Oh, she-wolf Take me from my mouth Away from your bosom Everything becomes in extreme rottenness and grandeur The sparrows wear their mystic fear And the terraces raving with extincted suns Alone Waiting every night With fearful ears For my house to fall down Take me from my mouth Oh, she-wolf I am tired from my wife When her hands tide me with confident imagination Wake up my […]