The Silence Itself Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I'm the silence, The silence itself, I have a big mouth, I have big ears, I have an upper hand, I taste differently, I smell good, I have a color which is like that of the rainbow itself, My eyes are bright And my face is pretty too, I never sleep or take a leave, I talk and I speak up Only to the dead people Because the living people are half-dead, I'm the music of The tired people, I'm a myth, but I'm not an epic, I always fly without wings Because I prevail everywhere, I'm inside the graves or I'm around the graveyards, I'm the silence of the pretty waves In a pretty sea, I'm the pretty word of The past, the present, and the coming future, I'm not a miracle, but I'm the drinking glass of the thirsty, I'm always noble, My sun rises everyday, but it never sets, I always prevail, so I'm the silence, I'm the silence itself.