Crying spirit Dr. Eng. Shahla Abdul Karim Aziz Al-Kazemi
The trail was long between the folds of paper. I carry a candle of mania.
It is a novel settled by astonishment and her virginity unknown
A trip that took away the hustle of the memory of the end of the dregs besieged me female lying at the banks of rhymes to ride boats absent
Take me the power of the outrigger mixed with the history of pain and yellowish seasons mixed by the voices of the desert throbbing after a call covered the horizon and breaths messed with the mouth of the poem .. There I desire to leave to the sun is not absent aggravated tongues darkness is the desolate lines .. I try to gather my dream of an answer threatens screaming papers and escaped from the time of surprise My innocent rattle
Once again I try to draw new words on the chord meaning quivering behind the convoys of letters scattered inside the womb of departure and alienation ... The flick of the pen and the groaning question waved the wait waves warning about the approaching farewell on the land of speech and the platform of illusions where the temples of suicide how many times hugged death he stuck with me The extent of the imagination of me as a shadow as much as written about me to spend my life tired burdened with the concerns of my father Kazemi and the separation of my mother and the concerns of alienation and the loss of the past, including my life traveling between countries Atovha every day deposited Aziz from a friend and a neighbor Vtjjar of farewell said stop today bid farewell to your daughter and tomorrow do not know Sli eternity where to go b K
I know that I am lacking foresight, where tears are pouring, including a sip casa to tell the injustice of my soul and the wounds of my wounds, the separation is great and the pain is sick, how much I have suffered since my childhood when my father was playing with me and telling me the story of his life and how it was. Today I tell my story to my father and say, my dearest father I have lost my dearest What, Dad did not write to me crying did not travel question that the silence answer .... Dr. Eng. Shahla Abdul Karim Aziz Kazimi
Embody my dreams with my daughter's fingernails
I cry and cry tears silent
Spread the ground when it comes
Kadhimi calls me enough Enough my daughter
I say dad heart injured
From vein to vein
My heart has broken off
بالتوفيق لكم
ردحذف