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تسجيلA face of blue background
Feb 11, 2021 03:00 PM Feb 11, 2021 03:00 PM
At the beginning, was the blue And the paintbrush was waiting to hold the youthful space. the painting was a destiny Intermediates the extent distance Which blessed all the colors Giving all spectrums of rainbow Each part of place And for the sake of this; Virgin is the color of truth That makes the painting bigger And areas fly with sadness These were the teacher words He was carrying a brush of lonesome And a ballet of repentance His eyes poured down dry shadows He wipes them with his mother’s cloak We were seven colors Each one of us carries a space And seven brush storks remain For the question to complete The bell rang…we got out Waving… with all our childhood Leaving the face vanishes behind the chaos. __________________ Translated by Faaiz Alhamdani
الكاتب: فائز يعقوب الحمداني
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