The hair eats from my head - Ibrahim Boshfea

Poetry eats from my head Writer: Ibrahim Boushfeir Poetry is the window of life I breathed from it the seas Their beauty and the sand So when I speak of it, its throne is restored Bilqis and the occupied kings are remembered If I ride the metaphor, the villages beneath me are destroyed And the collapse makes the ants cry Or when the birds speak No, it is they who inspired my understanding So I am overwhelmed with guidance A field