First Poems (Amal Donqol)

She said - her laughterrings like silver bellshow many foolsask what''s in yesterdaywho think love is an endless firelook at my fruitin its fresh beautyfor I give it to loveas long as the secret of the bee quenches itfrom the cruelty of boredomthe past was not created for us to revivebut to recount it.