Iraqi poetry spinning

Here I will quote some poems in the Iraqi dialect. I hope you like them:

I wander with your thorns and spread the soul

And the problem with your lips is snow when mine comes down

And bite the lips of your beauty and ignite a fire

And stab it in your chest, Kalima Al-Kafi

I touched you with my hand and the thorns melted

The road is long and I'm tired of walking

And I feel your abgram trembling while the dog is thirsty

I want to be satisfied and well with you

And I want to take you with my own hands and weave them delicately

Because of your descriptions, I want to print them for my descriptions

And in exchange for your love, let me love you

But stay, my love, and you will be pure

....

I named you a soul who, if he was broken, would not live

I named you a soul who, if he was broken, would not live

I named you my love and my soul named you

I pardoned all people and did not live with anyone

But I liked you and I loved you so much

Dearest to me and dear to my soul...

I'll appeal to you if you're bored.

...

You're done..

And the camera cracked with my tears

I came to you and spent the whole day

I know what you are doing wrong

I appreciated your situation and I know it

My watch is pink, yum

And the dark hour in my room

Why don't you blame me and I regret it..

Smash it in my face, you failed

...

He / you slept.. you fell asleep..

And Anna Lilly passes on

my eyes in the morning

Alinaim is a rose and strokes it..

It's not like Liloli and Neim Jah..!!

Forgetfulness is an ordeal word..

Not like sleeping with salt in his eyes..!!

He/she no darling..

It's this night who passes me a tear..

And sadness.. and thorns.. and nostalgia

It's my eyes on you that won't stop tears..

Why don't you shut up the eye..

...

What would life be like if you had to miss it?

You become more merciful to me than others. Death is more merciful

I would kill my laugh if they called so-and-so

Wearing a dream ring on the left hand

My organs are scattered in the desolation of the night

And I am scattered, my beloved, and I feel peace with you

My condition has become a word with a dark tone of concrete

He tells her good news while his hands stutter

Daggers in the dog grow after rubbing you

All your mind is precious without you, Aslam

After you, my beloved, death is like eyeliner

My eyeliner came and came thick

You came without you, that's what I'm saying

Please let him say that something is going on now

I only know my love in a sentence

You are not the letters of a teacher

Yahoo, this human being will take your place one day

And you, the universe, have finer tricks

And you, the universe, have softer tricks...