On the day when my words <br />were earth... <br />I was a friend to stalks of wheat. <br /> <br />On the day when my words <br />were wrath <br />I was a friend to chains. <br />On the day when my words <br />were stones <br />I was a friend to streams. <br />On the day when my words <br />were a rebellion <br />I was a friend to earthquakes. <br />On the day when my words <br />were bitter apples <br />I was a friend to the optimist. <br />But when my words became <br />honey... <br />flies covered <br />my lips! ...<br /><br />Mahmoud Darwish<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-three/
