A Poem of Nina Alsirtawi from Libya

O soul that fills my body;
I know that you are not of the demons in anything;
Don't panic; Do not rise to the ranks of greed, everything is in you
Will vanish, except for your past counted on you;
You will not die without an appointment; No friends to die;
And dreams and the next will not perish without you;
In our memories hope is never silent;
Do not flee from affection to build hopes in imagination;
The wanderer will fuck you, conceive in harmony and imagine you
You are in the cities of peace; You give birth, be discharged, and have fun without supervision; You will wake up disappointed from this love;
You should not have run after illusions to fall at the first crossroads of truth and bleed blood; Yes blood;
So, purity, you are not an angel.

An awaited dream
In our memory
Hope is not silent

Frivolous imagination
Harmony conceive
Spirit

Calculated amount
Without an appointment
Lives will not perish

Falling dreams
At the crossroads of truth
Soul bleeds


Nina Alsirtawi Libya ©