First Seasons Of Love
By: Azza El Wakeel

(Extract of the poem)

I would like to enter with you
A cavern of passion
And call its door
To close behind us forever
And drink together
From the pitchers of love
Till the sip of drunkenness
Where the short moment
Becomes long and exciting
Where we discover a unique time
Neither morning
Nor night
When the sun stays beside the moon