If everyone were poets
, the butchers would sell sonnets!
And love was the behavior of a flower that came from every pot of
every pheasant, if
everyone were poets,
perhaps poetry would be the cheapest gift!
But if everyone were poets
, there would be more stars than the habit of writing!
Your shoulders didnt smell of burnt meat! The
songs were enough to be in love!
And it was not made of lead and smoke!
If everyone were poets,
you would light my oven
and I would make a sickle to harvest your wheat
, if everyone were poets,
every day would not be my end!
Every day was an "all" square!
With "color", "song", "love", "oud", "incense", "river",
not on the order of "Party"
, on the order of "Love"!
Hello
, if everyone were poets
, the whole bowl would be the share of two mouths
, and the garden would be behind everyones deed!
Acacia would pour more and more on our behavior, a
little cypress would sit on our behavior, in my shade, the
sea would know the sanctity of fish,
and the fishermen would not wash their bloody boots in waves
, and they would not weave a net of light until the
love of love,
if everyone were poets
, your garbage would be full of my
songs, and my presence would slip down the stairs of your house
, if you were a poet!
Your hands would be more generous
if you were a poet!
The rainbow was in your breakfast
and the sea would pass behind your dream
if you were a poet!
Nafs was dear,
the bird was not afraid, the
star would come down to the fountain
and I would get up to tell you
that
if you were a poet!
The earth will grow for you
and I would stay with you
forever until the sea, always the fish,
if you were a poet!
You and I were from all the trees
, here death dies of itself,
poet, but of love!
Death dies in the graveyard,
love, but the wave of playing is
an orange
on the floor of the water crying!
A furnace of light
, a red pulse
on the blue winding of the sea
, a wet poem, a
dew prism on the lilies of the water
in the event of visiting oneself, becoming a god,
becoming a gold,
until death, the
sea is blue with water!
The sea has the habit of
boating, we are
going to the east, the oars are used
to us
, we are used to it!!
