childish
It comes from my heart
It flows through my veins like a river
It comes out of my window like a dove
No hellos, no goodbyes
You leave me like an old dress
And come back to me from afar
As if it were a light
I say get out of my life
Flight delayed
And the world is a cloud
Come or don’t come
Stay where you are
You rain on my land
The desert is lost in my soul
You plant an oasis deep in my heart
That’s how I know a shortcut
in your arms
How the child knows the way to milk.
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your voice
Your voice equals the flow of water
and the warmth of the fireplace
Like an abundance of salt.
Your voice is forked in the brain
Like vessels and arteries.
Your voice is the call of birds
Shy in the morning.
Your voice is a spray of water
Facing the mud that bears flowers.
Your voice is innocent
Like a child starting to talk.
Your voice is a hidden treasure
In the thrones of music
Songs and sad songs.
The invocation of the moon at night
when bathing in the river
Your voice is the mirror of the universe
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I was drowning first
i exploded
To make a ladder of kisses
A kiss on the back of a kiss I reached for your eyes
then
I crossed your island in the form of a shadow
I visited you light as a dream
We have traveled there on the carpet of affection
Like a star dancing in the bosom of the crescent moon
This is how I win my moment
After I drowned the first of the survivors.
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Like a tree growing in front of me
I’ve finished writing a hundred poems about love
I said collect your parts in a book
But I was wrong
Because I need a hundred books to collect you
Because you’re still a girl and when you grow up I get scared
I miss many important things
So I will wait for you like a tree growing in front of me
Your shadow is mine
And your fruit is mine
And when boredom comes
I sweep your fallen leaves on me
I play the music of temporary death
Until your leaves shine again
I make rose water.
* A poet from Iraq
