Poetry from Jamal Garougar

Middle aged Egyptian man with salt and pepper hair and a blue sweater.

Love

I do not look for you

in the noise of hearts,

nor in seasons crowded with promises.

I love you

as a passerby loves

his only window,

as the earth loves

an honest step.

If you come,

the world becomes less lonely,

and if you leave,

you teach me

that love

is salvation.

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