1- Time
The Time leans
Towards darkness,
But the candles
Of my pulse illuminate
The mirrors of the gloom.
2- hoopoe
Near sweet stream
I see a white
Butterfliy
With clipped wings
And a lover hoopoe
Gazes at it
And crying
3- Doves
I saw them in the
Barren field weeping
For the burning grass
Palms the wheat stalks
And the trees.
