Broken wings

The week passed and Salma's love sits with me in the evening, singing happiness songs into my ear and awakening me at dawn to show me the meanings of life and the secrets of existence. A divine love that does not know envy because it is rich, and does not hurt the body because it is within the soul. A strong inclination that fills the soul with contentment. A deep famine that fills the heart with sufficiency. An emotion that generates longing but does not stir it. A flirtation that made me walk in the fields in the morning and see in the awakening nature the symbol of eternity, and sit on the beach and listen to the eternal songs from its waves...