I am not a shroud, I am a cloud

Number of pages: 111 The villager was born on the island's shoulder He became a palm tree then a sea He was exhausted by the wails of the distressed Like a deep-sea Sindbad in the water Mahdi bin Hussein - Tarout Island A pioneer of his works "I am not a shroud, I am a cloud" A single color and various desires. "Do not turn your back to the empty spaces" The end of the tunnel Die so you can reassure them That we, the newcomers, Have resumed our journey And the bags are postponed for fate