Even If A Poet Writes

Jerusalem Is A Port City On The Shore Of Eternity.

Here (jerusalem), Tears Do Not Weaken The Eyes, They Only Polish And Shine The Hardness Of Faces Like Stone.

It Was Not An Adventure; It Was My Life.

The Reason A Poet Is A Poet Is To Write Poems, Not To Advertise Himself As A Poet.

Knowledge Of Peace Passes From Country To Country, Like Children's Games, Which Are So Much Alike, Everywhere.