A Bier of the long winter          

Every evening                                        

I enter a bier of the long winter              

Its blue dawn

Pierced by the stars

In its light the planets run rangy

The moon wears a tent of clouds

The rain licks its wound interior

The cold adheres in its eyelashes

In soughs of its eyes                                

And in its clay

The stars become muddy

In the old train station                                   

The ruin of the latter war                                 

The blown blue paint

Rust dyes it

Inside the cars                     

The klaxons of their soaked eyes              

Are lowered like empty pockets                          

Their eye’s quarries are foam from                

The stickiness of the light        

And they sleep in an evening

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Moan

A moan flames unintentionally                     

From above the trees of life          

Written and Translated by : Said Alwaely