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تسجيلAn Attempt at the Bullet
Feb 11, 2021 04:42 PM Feb 11, 2021 04:42 PM
I had a heart When I grew up My heart turned into a sparrow Then into a flower, A word, A tear, A piece of bread. When I became older My heart turned into a steel bullet, Cold and smooth. Once I tried to protest against this change The warplanes saw my heart from a distance And sent a rocket at me. It blasted me from inside So, I fragmentized … fragmentized Until I saw the sparrow dropping With one wing, And I smelt the flower red and red. With the word, I wrote my tear and bread And I touched the bullet; It was as cold and smooth as death. ( T p )
الكاتب: أديب كمال الدين
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