The Dust Poem by Basim Al Oda

The dust never absoluty emptiness,
Shadows faint move,
In silence,
Over there, dust gathers others standing,
Mostly,
We stop talking,
In order to permit to sadness caravan to pass,
The dust is mournfulness,
The dust is hush,
The dust is the speech,
That is said for the last time,
And which we called it ,
Lamination.
There is thing more severity than this one,
That is the sensation.
That you don't own any word,
After bewailing.