First Poems - Amal Donqol

She said – and her smile rings like glass, broken, more foolish are those who ask yesterday what is in it, who think love is an endless fire, look at my fruit in its green beauty, for I give love as long as the secret of the bee irrigates it, from the harshness of boredom, the past was not created to be revived but to be told. Authored by Amal Donqol Dar Kayan for Publishing and Distribution