Reading of the breast a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.

[M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.]

 

The days appear and are hidden and the last supper is approaching. Solomon and the ants, and a reading of breast.

It reminds me of the time of youth beauty.

The sunshines; the wind and the storms blow, the rainbow is close to the sun and heavy rain.

And the days call me saying in your breast is my wind, anger and the fruits of madness.