Dust on a windy road
Masks on faces
A Child behind the curtain
We try to run away
From the womb...
(Minha khalaqnakum
wafeeha nueedukum
waminhanukhrijukum taratan okhra)
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I would like to translate this poem
Short and sweet, a fantastic poem. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Children Of The Night.