For All The Roses
Arab Proverb
The laceration is soul killing when the eyelids begin to part
Bleeding all of the sorrow as it tears through my heart
But what of flowers that strive over his land to cover
Is not the most Beneficent Lord of all
A Lover?
Born amidst the reiterated syllable signifying night
A cold silence of morning’s dew in the Summer
A breezing ambassador for all of the roses
See how the wind in our love reposes
It’s from الله
