If it was a dream .. from my spate fingers ,
I would draw you a rose
And on my eyeball I would plant you a longing smile
You would be a home , reduce the evening in a star
And sun never admits defeat,
against legions of the rain
If it was a dream
I would plant your land with thousand laughs
To raise basil and roses on your face
When we dream ..the life settles in its cradle
And floats over the sparring of people
Shining lapses with sins crowd by your name
Your name which the storms of madness hit on
And the nonsense Of boredom has missed it
poem by Ibtissam Ibrahim Alasady
Iraq - Baghdad