The faces are similar..
Time to start Chisel
Reneging on the debris..
Holds fuss.
On the pavements
Forgotten faces
And left..
Conducting graves
And burst past..
All spots are similar:
Heart / apple
White / Winter flops
Crescents / balloons float
Domesticated mouths scream
Scream, like the lips
The Storm.
Things start to drop:
- Drop the light..
- Remote..
-......
Constantly shattering similarities
Stick
At the top
At the bottom.
Luck in the cards
On the stock market
Of coral-starved
In stoves
In hammocks
In.....
In.....
Different Look-alikes
Similar differences
Thus,
Calendars disappear
Face..
Storm ashes,
Some degree rain.
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No one from the book prematurely released by the University of Basra - Iraq in 1998
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem