very thin like broken glass as blood red as Baghdad pains dipped inside me alongside with your name and while the evenings elapse as I remember your smile in fact you head for another direction the stones on your path are different as well as your approach to love and to god and law rights
How small the world is! I am Where you, too, once were. And you are Where I, too, once was. I can imagine you going in and out out and in and again out From between the thighs of the seas: like a playful dolphin gliding into billows like a man having a woman like
You have brought me the summer With but a poppy. Its tenderness Is my tenderness, too: I fade away in only one life As much as it fades away in one day The same day, walking I picked for you Purple mulberries almost ripe, Thinking you also think Of childhood. Looked at from behind Every
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It’s been so long since there was so violet a summer May, that I am so deeply fond of, is in fashion again with all its nuances shading off into pink or blue. It’s been so long since there was so exotic a summer With so many landscapes and exotic fruit. The ball of the
I kiss the eyes of them that read And kiss their eye-lashes indeed And an eye-brow when they frown If they think I’m here to moan If the reader is a she I will kiss her like a bee If the reader is a he I have kissed him already And if it’s a poet
In truth, the color of winter is snow An endless white That dazzles the eyes A pure white headscarf draped over the mountains A misty veil howling through the mountain passes A crystalline sword hanging from the eaves An unblemished path That crunches beneath our feet A bright, crisp scent Through which we run with
The deep gray of rain-laden clouds Has painted the entire sky A struggle unfolds above Denying passage to the light That persists in trying to break through Like an artist shifting from one canvas to the next Skillful hands brush color across the horizon The sea, too, has donned the morning’s fashion Dressed in shades
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Looking from here A smiling wildflower Two seas that embrace the gaze Radiance, born of love, flows forth Its waves wash upon golden sands Holding a touch of children’s joy And, above all It offers a warm smile The very thing the world we live in longs for Looking from here Like the night with
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A howling wind, a lashing rain A gray melancholy has fallen upon the waters Doors are shut, the roads are desolate Anxieties have laid siege to the city And every hour is stained with fear Death, a horseman poised to charge Cuts a swathe across the maps There are not enough shrouds to wrap the
the tap is turned on, and your fragments spill out, transparent as teardrops life is tethered to fiber-optic cables, yet death remains, behind a pride that has grown flawless lies a mass of lava, rigid and unyielding as a mountain perhaps that lord, flowing within a river that knows neither beginning nor end, how many
