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Feb 11, 2021 04:49 PM Feb 11, 2021 04:49 PM
Sleep The flower dropped into the well. The boys disbanded. Oh! My eye, Your eye has become a minaret and ash. Sleep Time was almost dawn And no one housed you: who houses us? Your palm was empty except for the scent of myrtle And of a dream extended to fuse the circle of people Into flowers, Euphrates and date palms. Running after the years tried us. A letter like a hot bull tried us: How could we tame it by our nails? Our nails were full of the moaning, Of blood and head. Sleep You who dropped the flower into the well You who dropped the flower into the guards' well. Now you have become no more than a blind dervish Weeping in the darkness for God's sun. Sleep At this moment there is no one to protect you from The people's action The people are asleep…..asleep.
الكاتب: أديب كمال الدين
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