This is my mother By Hossam Mohamed Khalil

This is my mother

By Hossam Mohamed Khalil

Look for myself

     There is no presence inside me

  Nor a spirit of antagonism

 Her wound tore a tendon

And I have a companion

 Books on papers

When are you laughing?

     Uh from painless pain

  O my mother, go away

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They loved her

I said since the composition

They said, "Ahi, like jasmine."

I said a combination of pastries

 They said, describe it to us

 I said if you smiled

I suffered from the infusion

If she laughed.

 Found me from after the pyramid

A child playing with his blood

  If you stoop, it will clean me up

Spring fragrant

 And when thou hast become

I'm a geek

 I do not know my presence yesterday

  I became a ballet cloth

She lost her thought when

Her mother is gone

   Please write down the letters

 And write a poem

I love the water of the eyes

 Write her a verse

They played the Psalms of David

 Duck her drums

 She is my mother. And my brother

 He went beyond madness

  Take my lover from my age

 Give me a look for those eyes

    She is my soul. And by the eyes

  This is my mother

She is a lover of the past