The Anxious Poem by Hussein Tallaa

The anxious
She said: Thou art so arduous, , , so cloistered! .
I said: Art thee the night summons? ? ?
Art thee the jocund eyes?
I am not so shut out soul, , , .
But so feelings, , , .
She said: I see you, , , not! ! ! or yet I feel yours, , , .
I am the first, , , not! But the second to none.
I am the firmament, , , for thee, , , and love can I draw, , , but yours so deep, , , see it when mine eyes sleep.
No soul but you.
Thus it is mine
I said: sooner I, ll soothe your soul.
Yours
Hussein Tallaa
February.4.2009
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