ISMAEL ALLOUSH Poems

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do not ask me! ! ...
most my days are the forgetting...
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I am fancying you..when you are be silent..I am absence in this silent...
and I hear you from distant.. and my sound do not touch you after...
I guessed this the eyes are soaring...
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in the two evening windows of your eyes
two forests of palms under the darkfall
two amulets chant forever
two vernal balconies
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two cold wafts..
in the ways of hot summer...
two migrant songs..
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not for longing for the bosom I lost it...
not for memory of statue I broken it...
not for face I buried it...
I am crying! ! ...
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your eyes seat on my song...
weaving a sea...
pouring a billows...
in my eyes...
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I am and you...
and rains of damascus...
like the faith after godlessness...
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three times every day...
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the road was as habit it..
_since we were borne_ miry road...
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Between blue and blue...
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