Rosa Jamali Poems

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'SUPPOSE THAT I'M INEVITABLE'
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Many years have passed since the day,
I looked into a mirror, saw a wrinkled face.
I've been disclosed to the bulging sands of my bed.
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At the airport;
Now what I have inside my fist
Is a tight piece of land
Barely exceeds the size of a single palm of my hands
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You see the city in my veins fast asleep
Like the obscure web over my brain
As if destroyed the fragments of my memory.
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Block No.1:
A whole nation has created the kindling
Which owes you desperately
But it hasn’t been specified
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A shortcut to an unknown spot (a crime that I've revealed)
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I've turned to an annual plant, shielded and armed, from the genus of hollyhocks and broad leaves

Whole five-thousand-year history is turning over my head
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Facing the airport,
all that's now left in my grasp
is a crumpled land
that fits in the palm of my hand
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Facing the airport, all that's now left in my grasp
is a crumpled land
that fits in the palm of my hand.
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Something happens to die
And the sunlight which has been soaking is wet and obscure
If I carry on the lines
The frozen object which has been captured in your hands will drop
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