heart...and love

After the heart in the snatch of space

Love came to her, her farm is a farmer

And the more our land is fertile with purity

On its banks, the roses spoke eloquently

He narrated from the tears of my eyes every monument

And the heart flew from an oasis to an oasis

Who said the people of love are a group?

Every person sings for his beloved

And Amr did not know the flavor of comfort

Friend of the magazine, poet Hassan Ismail (Lebanon) - 11/8-2021