medhat ghussen Poems

I was and am still of the land of the prophets
Old vow
He hides him a piece of thunder lightning in space
Traveled to the remote
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Syria cry
we cry
the cry of birds
all birds aborted and deported from their nests
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i am the wind and some rain
the magic hour was born
i m strange in the land
among strange shores
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In early morning with strings
I felldown by asniper bullet
and I asked hin to reveal her mask
let see your face
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when we felldown from the dome of the sky
we started crying
cause our eyes were closed
and when we opened it
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