Muin Bseiso' poems

 



     دائرة الطباشير الفلسطينية

 

طفلٌ يكتبُ فوق جدارْ

طفلٌ نَبَتَتْ بينَ أصابعهِ النّارْ

أيّتُها الخَوْذاتُ البَيْضاءُ حَذارْ

مِنْ طفلٍ نَبَتَتْ بيْنَ أصابِعِهِ النّار

مِنْ طفلٍ يكتُبُ فوقَ جِدارْ

يكتب بعضَ الأحجارِ

وبعضَ الأشجارِ

وبعضَ الأشعارْ

 

 

omaima khalil sing the poem


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