The Birth Of Unborn Cities Poem by Abd al Wahhab Al-Bayati
The Birth Of Unborn Cities
I am born in unborn cities
But in the night of the autumn of the Arab cities
Broken hearted I die.
I bury my love in Granada
I say:
'Nothing is victorious except love'
I burn my poetry and die.
On the sidewalks of exile
I arise after death
To beborn inunborn cities
And to die.
Monday, September 16, 2013
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5/4/2024 10:40:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem with beautiful words then the line Nothing is victorious except love'dying of thank u very much