Secrets Poem by Abu at-Tayyib al-Mutanabbi

Secrets



Secrets I keep no companion can discern.
Nor to it can wine its potent way burn.
Soft women I have for an hour, and then,
Deserts I roam, never more to return.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: women
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