Abd al Wahhab Al-Bayati
The Birth Of Unborn Cities - Poem by Abd al Wahhab Al-Bayati
I am born in unborn cities
But in the night of the autumn of the Arab cities
Broken hearted I die.
I bury my love in Granada
'Nothing is victorious except love'
I burn my poetry and die.
On the sidewalks of exile
I arise after death
To beborn inunborn cities
And to die.
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