I will come to you, O you,
The days make me happy
And the tears pour on my tears.
And I pass dawn confused
Here you go
In Bali, I am.
And lost in sugars ..
It is Shawqi Ajn.
I am wandering around
Suck my heart and ribs
The eye is so tired of the breeze
Keep secret, my heart Linguists
And pain pain ..
The fear of my blood ...
The nostalgia is painful
The days are unfair
I look for you in the groans
Between alienation and horns
Crash on my forehead my days mocking him
On the eyelids closed his back
With vigilance
Balal is preoccupied with oppression
I touch the limits of the moon
Until dawn
I am from a border departure
Departure...
And Sabra
By Dr. Mona Dia. ( Lebanon
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