Poem by Munir Mezyed

Poem by Munir Mezyed
 
 
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Whenever I see a butterfly sipping nectar from a flower
I wonder which one is drunk
The flower or the butterfly
The Muse answers me: the Poet
 
 
 
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كُلَّمَا رَأَيْتُ فَرَاشَةً تَرْشُفُ الرَّحِيقَ مِنَ الزَّهْرَةِ
أَرَانِي أَتَسَاءلُ أَيُّهُمَا كَانَ السَّكْرَان
الزَّهْرَةُ أَمْ الْفَرَاشَةُ
يُجِيبُني الْوَحْيُ الْإِلَهِيُّ: الشَّاعِرُ
 
© Munir Mezyed

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