أنـور سلمـان

(1938 / الرملية)

إبحار - Poem by أنـور سلمـان

مَهْمَا يَمُرُّ عَليَّ مِنْ مِحَنِ
عَيْنَاكِ باقِيَتَانِ لِي وَطَنِي
شَمْسُ الحُرُوفِ إِلَيْك تُبْحِرُ بِي
وَتُضِيءُ لِي بَوَّبَةَ الزَّمَنِ
وَعَلى رِيَاحِكِ خَفْقُ أَشْرِعَتِي
وَيَظَلُّ حُبُّكِ مَرْفَأَ الشَّجَنِ
مَا أَوَّلُ الدُّنْيَا وآخِرُهَا
مَا دَامَ بَحْرُكِ حَامِلاً سُفُنِي


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014


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