Abdel latif Moubarak Poems

The wheat stalks breathe you in,
Braid your letters for the evenings.
And stir your songs the day they met
Upon his face, the silence... the flock of stillness.
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The child residing deep inside me,
When fear ignites, blazes with delight,
Shattering every frame,
Out that the morrow,
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I gather the faces of people,
in the treasure of folly,
engraving upon my poor dress
a song, a silent prayer.
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A Martyr

Sign me up, right here,
To a womb that defies history's commute.
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Sorrows planted deep inside hearts,
Awakening seeds of fear,
With horror facts concealed and capped.
Dressed in the wear of silence,
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