A Wandering Café – Mohyee Addin Jarma
A Wandering Café by Mohyee Addin Jarma translated by Hatem Al-Shamea A Wandering Café In your land, even the pebbles bloom, Springs welling from their core. Birds beckon with their gentle swoop, Dew whispers: “Photograph – the old home’s wall.” I see summer like silence, laid to rest On a bed of sand …