By: Ahmed Al-Sheikh
And the life of love, if it weren’t for the kiss, I wouldn’t be
wondering about you, but the kiss melts me
with longing for you, and makes me remember
the days of old…
and how hearts used to speak.
I weep for you like a branch whose trunk has been broken…
It hoped to continue staining spears with blood.
But its leaves fell like the tears of those who have departed.
Its only mistake was that it was part of a land that keeps no one.
