Comments about adib atieh
There is something in your hair
There is grass
There are stars
There is fair.
You are a witch; you are a whore;
Even if you are a snake I don’t care
I believe the truthfulness in your eyes
It’s something I’ll never notice in skies
You’re my landscapes; you’re my air.
Your going is killing me
It is my nightmare.
Whenever I watch the sea
I find its waves living in your hair
It’s all about you
It’s all about your unchangeable hair