HIS EXCELLENCY ABU IRAQ

When sadness comes,
you come like a muzan from
the neighing of memory.
You sprinkle salt in the eyes of nightmares, and you lock
the doors of spiders  and cunning
snakes. Dareen , I testify that I am indebted to you,
and that the heart does not cease to push out love and withdraw from The balance of the soul that is no longer capable is that I love you despite the clouds, the few meetings, the room of ghosts , and no matter how absent or present you are