I am the oldest capital of sadness… and my wound a Pharaonic - TopicsExpress



          

I am the oldest capital of sadness… and my wound a Pharaonic engraving my pain…. extends like an oil patch from Beirut… to China… my pain… a caravan…dispatched by the Caliphs of "A’Chaam"… to China… in the seventh century of the "Birth"… and lost in a dragon’s mouth… bird of my heart… "my April" O’ sand of the sea, and forests of olives O’ taste of snow, and taste of fire… my heathen flavor, and insight I feel scared of the unknown… shelter me I feel scared of the darkness… embrace me I feel cold… cover me up Nizar Qabbani
Posted on: Sat, 06 Jul 2013 18:03:19 +0000

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