In the jungle of the time
All the lilies are floating
Wounding between the ribs…… poems
Naked in the midday suns crucified by the amazing ! !
Their hands are branches of linden
And their days... their Perfume
The forest of time... packed in minutes.. hours.. years....
l go deeply into it each day
, carrying a billhook clipping their bumpy road
Not thing remains from the bitter except its golden yellow color
expanding in the lifetime….. a banner...
I certify that I have lived........! ! !
! by Abdul Aziz Alhaidar
Bagdad
2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem