The Forest Poem by AbdelAziz Alhaider

In the jungle of the time

All the lilies are floating
Wounding between the ribs…… poems

Naked in the midday suns crucified by the amazing ! !

Their hands are branches of linden

And their days... their Perfume

The forest of time... packed in minutes.. hours.. years....

l go deeply into it each day
, carrying a billhook clipping their bumpy road

Not thing remains from the bitter except its golden yellow color

expanding in the lifetime….. a banner...

I certify that I have lived........! ! !

! by Abdul Aziz Alhaidar
Bagdad
2010