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: : : : : : : O selves-conceited
which are as small funny yellow reptiles
As a buzzing on a ground shined with the sun... after a heavy rainy night
You are thin faces.... as the translucent silk stocking
Your eyes are shone as pearl glasses
colored hair are above your foreheads, , , was crucified by the sun and the wind
And your foreheads them selves ……. Are signposts announces seasonal holidays
: : : : : : : : : You must life it with strong ... that is the song
with savage rhythm in the arteries
You must be infringer….flaming until he fever of the love
You must be a rare….bon vivant with the virgin freedom for the first time
As the blossom of the orange flowers
As a small dreams who crept into the alert memory
: : : : : : : : Small
As small as the star
Sit down every night for a white paper
Scattering dreams in her lines .. then the paper becomes blue or green as sea or field
Small leaves every night a white sheet under the pillow
When she is speechless wake up in the morning …. Withdraw the paper it was black
But she returns in the evening create what dreams she want
Baghdad
Abdel-Aziz Haider
2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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