(for Abdelhaq Djellab's photo posted March 14, showing his exhibition at Hotel Laico, Tunis)
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Animating energy that streaks through the world is a bird's soul...
Airborne on feathers of flame that are constantly rewritten...
Wing beats swoop from eternity to measure our era's moments...
The message is unwrapped by one who flies along in sympathy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
or maybe little sparrow was just moseying along, unworried, unperturbed, looking for a few twigs for her nest and taking in the view?