Naima Atba Poems

I
It is difficult to know
What does the heart want
It is difficult to know
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In the darkness of the night
There was a white light
That was coming from the sky
That was flying like a fly
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I have a screan on my face
On me there is no free place
I have many knobs
And a new kind of clocks
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I am good and nice
I am a vertue and not a vice
My owner may give you wheat and rice
Once, twice and even thrice
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