شوربة حلو و حامض Sweet and Sour Soup

What if we shared it all ...
our hours of heart ache ... heartbreak and despair
our moments of joy happiness and welfare

Poured it in a huge bowl like the witches of old times
Stripped of our complexes and childhood traumas and danced nude around the fire
as it all burned down
as we fall to our knees feeling empty and numb

Such aroma ... Such storms arising from the pot

stirring ... and stirring ... forever ... our stew of feelings