Dust - Poem by AbdelAziz Alhaider
If this feline time leaves to me
I will played calmly for the last role of the game
if this monster let me .. the time…. Played with a sly without wings
And rendered the world to wheels and balls jumping… interfering.... Disintegrating in the words of dust
The game is
That the land is dust
And the sea is dust
And the alienation in the extreme of the tear…… some dust....
And the game is mortgaging your soul to the devil and the homelands …with some dust..
Ah, to the homeland when became some dust
Ah, from love when alter..to hand some of dust
Oh, how awful the game
inside the dust
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