JAAFAR Sadig el Waad Poems

Salma in first and all things
Is like a cup of milk whose taste
Never changes. On seeing it
The heart dances and burns
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Where the shepherd entertains himself
The sheep fastly finds a way to freedom
to a no-ruler kingdom to play at random
well-equipped to devour and enjoy self-
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Swooned on my lap tender
To wash my wound softer
Like an angel sent to ease
O we stood firm to release
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It goes round and round
Leaps eats beats squeaks
It also spoils my blood it boils
It rather coils priceless treasure
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History has nothing to do with happenings
It rather starts with burnt tents exiled men
Stolen treasure raped women leaving nix
But trampled dreams and broken creeds
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