Love poem to Summeria
Sku : 

Once you were Sumerian,

 

Or from Uruk , Your wide eyes burned away my paper

 

 Where should I sketch my poetry? On my chest? Or maybe on rocks?

 

I engraved my childhood in Kremat,

 

 I hid between the alleys,

 

I looked into the eyes of women; My heart was young, And fresh, like an orange

 

 I don’t know if I had ever loved you . . . Or any of the others!

 

I saw you a thousand times, I saw you yesterday, and a long while ago

 

 I saw you take nothing, and steal everything!

 

Once you were Sumerian, In an era that knew no history

 

 You were Babylonian, In a period that knew no love!

Acrylic on Canvas

Size: 30x24




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