Poetry

I climb over the roof of the moon
I will not write an ode to you
And I climb above the poem
to pick the moon for you
I go to the upper spaces
that no woman has ever gone up
And I start saying words of love
No Arab woman has ever said such words.
And I don't think that in the future either
Proceed to say those words

Poet: #Saad_al-Sabah [Kuwait, 1942]

A nurse who is interested in poetry and literature and works in the field of yoga and meditation 🤍 🧘🏻‍♂️☕️📚

Beautiful. Picking the moon. That is love.

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