They are the only ones to stay,




They are the only ones to stay,
Like April flowers
Only they pick up the shattered pages of my life
Closed up in their forests
They never stop tapping on my windowpanes
Tapping like tireless droplets of rain
Time! Moss scattered on my walls,
I put my lights on, and wait,
The pigeon grot is haughty and far
All the pigeons leave… and I stay alone,
You, who wait for the snow, won’t you come back anymore?
I scream their names every night, every storm,
But they can’t hear me anymore…

‘Wahdoun beyeb’ou’
Fayrouz