word

Sometimes I dive into a word

Poetry but I don't reach its opposite

Even though all the wonders are mixed in it

And its melodies follow in its arrangement

Oh word that inhabited my imagination for a while

Until it produced poems of perfection

Oh word that slept.. I watered its letters

Until its branches became branches

The pleasure of reading it on this tongue

Its masterpieces flow through it

Its words pour out and give pearls

In the paradise of creativity it enchants the building

Oh word with the autumn of its creations

Its beauty is not delirium