Tree Poem by Kareem Alamiry

Wait Sculpts it:

- NEGRO washed cloud.

Space

Not aware of spiders

Of Qamatha..

The secret of water flow,

Bslal tales.

The fruit, savor a kiss..

Profiles: Maps calendars..

As for death, there is a time for greening.

Years of the shadows

No lingering faces

Along Qamtha

Heartbeat..

To unity.. Flavor Delicious..

The darkness of some degree of emptiness

Light is..

A moment of haunting,

Thus Serha wait.

To come...

How many tears shed!
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No one from the book prematurely released by the University of Basra - Iraq in 1998