Abu at-Tayyib al-Mutanabbi

A Young Soul - Poem by Abu at-Tayyib al-Mutanabbi

A young soul in my ageing body plays,
Though time's sharp blades my weary visage raze.
Hard biter in a toothless mouth is she,
The will may wane, but she a winner stays.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, April 14, 2014

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