Mohamed Ali Elhani

This is my blood
extracting a sword
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Where shall you go, my beloved
When you are ever surrounded by my songs and fragrances?
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Do not sharpen your knife
On the necks of the dead
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And old candle lit my dark night
When the candle expired its last breath
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I love you dearly
To an absent, yet ever-present woman
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He opposed them; they crucified him
A piece of paper dropped from his hand
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matchless god
when a mouse was moving
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A green bird sings on an ear
the stars resting on his plumage
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