Anas Ibraheem Poems

With no expectation
comes my expectation.

She's like water;
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I became a refugee
My home is gone
I need my refuge.
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Mama,
You are the flesh
that covers my weak bone.
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A lone bird stares
with so much tears
for Eros ordains his fierce;
deep down its heart he spears.
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How could that be possible?

The last we conversed,
You gave life
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