الظِلُّ Poem by Peshawa Kakayi
الظِلُّ
أَنا أَبْسَطُ مِن صَحْراء،
لٲَنَ الصَحْراءُ عَلی الٲَقَلِ تَمْتَلِكُ ٲَشْجارَاً
تَستَضِلُ بِها...
ٲَمّا ٲَنا فلِيَّ ضِل
وَ لكِن لَيسَ لي، بَلْ لِغَيّري!
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کانون الأول ٢٠٠٧
شعر: الظِلُّ
شاعر: پێشەوا کاکەیی
پیشوا کاکایی/ پیشوا کاکەای/ پیشوا کاکایي
pêşewa kakeyî/ peshawa kakayi
ترجمة: شەهلا حوسێن/ شهلا حسین
Tuesday, July 14, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: poems
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