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2 |
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Confusion |
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The
night |
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A
confused stick |
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Leans on it, the day |
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3 |
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Blink |
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The
poem |
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Lights a straw |
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In
the eye of fire |
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4 |
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Verily warmth |
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The
throb of life |
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Is
two births |
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Mother and earth |
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5 |
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Innocence |
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The
childhood |
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Is a
white sash |
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Dye
by the dreams |
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6 |
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Drowsiness |
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When
the sun yawned |
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The
planets penetrated in honey |
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7 |
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Faith fullness |
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The
rest of death |
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Verily presence |
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The
mercy gushes out from it. |
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8 |
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Gossip |
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The
war |
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Lame
gossip |
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On
banks of the cities |
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9 |
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Swimming |
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The
souls |
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Are
rivers from stars |
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That
swim between the angel’s hands. |
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10 |
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Intimation |
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The
tent of the clouds |
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It’s
column |
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Raised black flags |
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11 |
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Etiquette |
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The
foxes |
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Their skins are stained |
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By
gossip. |
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12 |
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Cannonade |
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Suns |
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Exchange visits unseemly |
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They blow up
the fires |
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On
the mirrors of the cities |
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That
freer by the darkness. |
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13 |
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Blind |
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His
face is like his back |
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He
sees the blindness |
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His
stick is his sight. |
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14 |
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Dream |
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The
time levitate |
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Day
by day |
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Month by month |
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Year
by year |
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When
the boy mount to his old age |
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His
white beard fell down |
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And
he hung his old age’s smoke |
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Behind the
mirror. |
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Written and Translated by : Said Alwaely |
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Detroit 04 / 07 / 2005 |
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