were earth...
I was a friend to stalks of wheat.
On the day when my words
were wrath...
I was a friend to chains.
On the day when my words
were stones...
I was a friend to streams.
On the day when my words
were a rebellion...
I was a friend to earthquakes.
On the day when my words
were bitter apples
I was a friend to the optimist.
But when my words became
honey...
flies covered my lips!
Mahmoud Darwish
