If only I could dive into the concrete sky and drown my hurt in the cumulus mist I would. If I had my way I'd rain all day and flood the earth with my blood where you stand. I'd stain your feet with scarlet drops that fall from the temples of our memories, and I'd curse the path of those that cry out with fingers of scorn against you. Khaled Barakat my beloved. Just make a wish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem