NOMAD OF POETRY
To Thalless Al-Rhazess…
Tell me Nomad of Poetry
How did you kiss the nomad letters of the loneliness in exile?
While the mountains of the hope were melting in the hands of your homeland
How did you carry your red dreams to the unknown seas of the future?
While your wounded loves were jumping off the cliff of the disappointment
The history of the pigeons is bleeding from where you keep quiet
You keep quiet the desolateness of the hobbling rivers
The hobbling rivers forget the nomad dreams of your childhood
About crossing the mountains in a truck full of melon
Tell me kid, tell me Nomad of Poetry
How can the drunk verses resist nihility?