My life, my life! Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen Poetry

I could not know your love scale To sleep, I tore the poem that I wrote about your memory, And threw it into my secret well, I mean my memory. * Your tears dropped and the wind carried them To my memory.

My memory flew to bare your memory to me.

On that day, I met something called the black letter, I mean black magic. * I wish I did not shift the cloud from its place And I did not go out to see you flooding and dying. * Because of your surprising love, Because of your earthquake love, 63