To the heavenly goodness

  ask the salt
 ship timber,
 If you miss your songs!
 The sails have no wind to remember,
 And the wind has no sail to take it
 away to grieve.
 I was born with my book in my hand
 -as they said-
 No book dry
 Nor did the writing stop printing it...
 Is not the nature of printing?
 Why do we lose weight,
 Are we his unique love?
 Willie,
 How far is the horizon!
 How heavy the yoke!
 How wide the death!
 And what a narrow neck!

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The painting is Amir Khatib's creation.