Thoughts are a sugar cube

Thoughts are a sugar cube,

The hustle and bustle of the day,

It is the power that stirs the cup.

Sugar cubes roll around in the cup,

It just dropped some debris,

Still so hard and strong.

Only when the night comes,

In an empty cup,

Overflowing as watery loneliness,

Little by little, thoughts melted.

At last

Mixed with loneliness the taste of the Iraqis.

Drink a cup,

The heart begins the journey of moonlight,

Fly to the far side of that longing embrace.