Light Without A Comma Poem by Ibtissam Ibrahim

Written By: Raja'a Alshujairy

Your moments are a flute without my mouth
And my blood was songs of berries
The branch has left you..
And no rain
To save my papers from my boredom
I am loyal to my absence
When the truth does not matter to him
For some of doubts is a company
The breathing defeats me
And the rib cage is a guilt!
I pour a cup of water behind my heart
Whenever he gets out of it
Written By: Raja'a Alshujairy
Translated by Ibtissam Ibrahim
Iraq - Baghdad