....ﻓﻀﻔﻀﺔ ﻗﻠﻢ...
ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﺑﺤﺮﻳﺔ...
ﺗﺘﺮﺍﻗﺺ ﺍﻟﻜﻠﻤﺎﺕ....
ﻭﺗﺸﻊ ﻣﻨﻬﺎ ...ﺃﺣﺎﺳﻴﺲ..
ﺑﻼ ﺣﺪﻭﺩ...
ﻓﺘﻄﺒﻊ ﻋﻠﻰ...
ﺃﺟﻨﺤﺔ...
ﺍﻟﻔﺮﺷﺎﺕ....
ﺃﻟﻮﺍﻧﺎ ﻣﺰﺭﻛﺸﺔ...
ﻛﺄﻓﺮﺷﺔ ﺍﻟﻄﺒﻴﻌﺔ...
ﻭﺗﻤﺎﻳﻞ ﺍﻟﺰﻫﺮﺍﺕ....
ﻳﺎ ﺳﻴﺪﻱ.....ﺩﻋﻮﺗﻨﻲ
ﻭﺗﺮﻛﺖ ﻭﻣﻴﺾ ...
ﺣﺮﻓﻲ ﺑﻴﻦ...
ﺍﻟﻄﺮﻗﺎﺕ
ﻛﻨﺖ ﺃﺻﺪﺡ.....
ﻣﻌﻚ....
ﻛﺄﻧﻚ ﺗﻤﻠﻚ ...
ﻭﻻﺩﺗﻲ.....
ﻛﻨﺖ ﺍﺗﻤﺎﻫﻰ.... ﻭ....
ﻣﻦ ﺃﺑﻜﺎﺭ ﺍﻷﺑﺠﺪﻳﺔ....
ﺃﺟﻤﻊ....
ﺍﻟﺒﺎﻗﺎﺕ ....
ﻭﻋﻠﻰ ﺃﻋﺘﺎﺑﻚ...
ﻗﺮﺃﺕ ﺳﻄﻮﺭﻙ..
ﻭﺑﻴﻦ ﺩﻓﺎﺗﺮﻱ...
ﻭﺟﺪﺗﻚ ....ﻏﺎﺩﺭﺕ
ﺣﺒﺮﻱ ﻋﻨﺪ...
ﺍﻛﺘﻤﺎﻝ ﺍﻟﻘﺼﻴﺪﺓ
ﻋﻨﺪ ﺃﺭﻭﻉ...
ﺍﻟﻠﺤﻈﺎﺕ...
ﻛﻢ ﺍﻟﺪﻧﻴﺎ ﺗﺮﻳﺪ...
ﻣﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﻜﺜﻴﺮ....
ﻛﻢ ﻫﻲ ﺍﻧﺎﻧﻴﺔ...
ﺗﺤﺎﻛﻲ ﺍﻟﻮﺭﺩ...ﻋﻠﻰ
ﺍﻟﺴﻨﺔ ﺍﻟﻠﻬﺐ....
ﻟﺘﻤﻮﺕ ﺑﺪﺍﺧﻞ....
ﺍﻟﻨﺒﻀﺎﺕ....
ﻛﻢ ﻛﺘﺒﺖ ﻋﻦ.....
ﻭﻗﻮﻉ ﺍﻟﺮﺑﻴﻊ...
ﻓﻲ ﺍﻷﺯﻣﺎﺕ....
ﻭﻋﺰﻭﻑ ﺍﻟﻘﻤﺮ....
ﻭﺍﻟﻨﺠﻤﺎﺕ.....
ﻋﻦ ﻋﺘﻤﺔ ﻟﻴﻠﻲ.....
ﻭﺗﺮﺍﺟﻊ ﺇﺷﺮﺍﻕ ....
ﺍﻟﺼﺒﺎﺣﺎﺕ....
ﻋﻦ ﺷﻤﺲ.....
ﻳﺒﻜﻲ ﺿﻴﺎﺅﻫﺎ.....
ﻋﻦ ﺑﺤﺮ ﻏﺮﻗﺖ.....
ﺑﻪ ﺍﻟﻬﻤﺴﺎﺕ.....
ﺁﻩ ﻣﻦ ﻗﻠﻢ.....
ﻓﻀﻔﺾ ﺷﻌﺮﺍ....
ﻭﺳﻄﺮ ﺍﻵﻫﺎﺕ....
ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻜﺔ ﺍﺳﻴﻨﺎﺕ