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Feb 11, 2021 04:53 PM Feb 11, 2021 04:53 PM
I do not know how to be skilled In leading your sparrows To the water in the loneliness of remote night And in leading your birds to the fragrant flowers In the loneliness of a stump-nosed night. I used to have a waste memory And an impromptu sky. But when you left away How had you left the stone cottage' door Open for the coward tiger, The drunken lark, And the head-severed lion?
الكاتب: أديب كمال الدين
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