Days Poem by Ibrahim Nasrallah
Days
On the first day
I held my hand as it drew a coffin
so they sent me a wreath
On the second day
I held my hand as it drew a flower
so they sent me a coffin
On the third day I shouted out
I want to live
so they sent me a killer
Translated by: Ibrahim Muhawi
Monday, November 4, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: flower
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