If I were in chargeI would change the yellow whiteand the white green…..and the green red…….and the red stone………. and the stone human beingand the human being angel and the angel white but I am not in chargeso I will keep the horizonwith all beautiful colours for you If I were in chargeI would tell … More The lotus flower by Moustafa Al Yassin 2017-03-10
Let’s burnLet’s burn there where we wantin the eyelashesin the faraway of autumnin the amputated eyelids forestin the river of icy veinin the spongy capital citiesin the counterfeits sea-shellswhich is giving to sea ….marble braids..handand necklet’s burnperhaps a moon complete in usperhaps a roaming star can rightly be guided Let’s burnour tomorrow is heatour tomorrow … More Poetry pieces from the burning scale by Moustafa Al Yassin 2010-06-28
Cloud larger than kisskiss larger than skyso the evening passnear your eyesand the wondering little birds, slept near your wonder I have the best moment to confessto draw a traveler dream in our smiling earthbutthe dream raid over wailed horse saddle does it help to be on this earthI am sometimes herebut mostly thereevery thing … More Kiss and sky by Moustafa Al Yassin 2019-03-20
Honour in the forgotten wallSimilar to the forgotten honour in the wall bringing the morning regards all over my sad gardens.Drawing age as a wonderful flowererthat has been just waking up this afternoon, today. In hands the perfume – lost to the gentle revolutionary lover.who has been living the love for a second Is it … More Honour of Love by Moustafa Al Yassin 2015-08-23
The night is trying to sleep over the mast of patiencelike the moonAnd the moon is lightning the bedroom which is overfilled with dreams and wishesAnd the moon firing a volcano of loveIn the whispers circles between the two sails and oarsThe night could sleep a little over the mast like the moonwhen the star … More Monuments of Seven Boats by Moustafa Al Yassin 2019-09-22
The noise of flameTouching the eyelids with the flames of the missingwhile the tears that running under there will never stop anything of the memory insideAnd the wishes and the Iraqi poemwhich passing between two wonders and a questionMother… is that the star you are crying for, or place by the riverbetween the cheek tattoo … More Waves of Warm Ocean by Moustafa Al Yassin 2018-11-13
Still it is, mixing the first lines the father has been drawing over the white paperDescribing the first horse my eyes has ever seenBut that horse was running awaySo much has been mixed this lines.Forty YearsAnd still I am the one who wanderAnd still I am the one who is running behind my horseOnce calling … More Saddle over the Horse of Memory by Moustafa Al Yassin 2018-12-18
This yearI lovedhalf of the possibilitiesof my chanceAnd I walkedhalf stepsNo knowledge Backwards and forwardsand I cut my dreamas a professional SharayarTo the rest of this Fridaythat small taleis ridinghalf on my cheekshalf turning over tothe Holy placeand I wake uphalf of the love which has been secretthis morningmy friendnot because I am in lovebut … More Striking Beauty by Moustafa Al Yassin 2018-03-08
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