Love Season

Love Season

We live the love season,
as grass do,
searching for a small land,
and a small dream.
And when the night comes
we stand up as a Fog among the grass,
searching for our poems,
and our cold tears.
Fold me like you do with the poem papers
like the butterfly folds memories
for the long journey.
And i leave towards the high sea,
where Love and Crys are holy.

Tarek Nassif

2004