Back.
The rose.
Dance in my blood.
After a Sunni silence.
You came back like...
You didn't miss a moment.
Like your heart.
I don't know.
I came back like you filled you.
You didn't slaughter the pulse.
With the knife.
Back.
And in your eyes, a sea of applause.
My heart's bad.
From the fire they thought I was.
And the inconvenience between the intrigues.
Your involvement.
He tells the stories.
And the secret is a buried secret.
She said I came...
And all my training is a gift.
And I walked towards you.
Sad and soft.
I left behind.
Every passing night.
And I came looking.
About you in my formation.
I extended my heart.
To include your horses.
And I say:
Hey, poor hobby.
You're gone.
Your face came back laughing.
Like a bug after you break.
And me.
You're still the dream.
Despite your absence.
And the pulse, the breath,
And empowerment.
If it's after you.
He hurt my Joanne.
Your receipt.
The healing code now.
Back...
He's a good kid.
And my hair came back.
Runs like a Sun.
Don't ask.
How did I wait for you?
I was waiting for you.
In a knife.
You're the beginning.
And the seal is my story.
And you're complete.
And formation!
…. …. ….
The poet, Dr. Throat, the senosia.
Member of the Union of Books of Egypt
