A poem entitled Bouh written by the writer / Sima Hababah

Reveal

I built a palace for you, the walls of my ribs, the room of the Hanaya in the heart and soul, and I played for you on the strings of my vein a poem that I played from the dawn strings.

The star of my poems and your love ink will remain the antidote of my pen

 I will write what dictates a feeling and feelings that float between your love and ribs

 Whoever lives in the soul before the body, you are my smile, you are my renaissance, you are the cradle of my sleep, I love you

     Especially Syrian granule