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A Request
Over here
The time stops
In the wide corner from the cosmos,
The time stops
In domains that infinite
From doorsteps of shooting stars,
The time stops
Everywhere,
The time stops.
Then
The demonstrations follow in succession
From all sides
From all people
those who were born and died,
Those who were born
and are still alive,
And those who will be born,
Carrying candles
That spurt vermillion blood,
And the signs they tore
From the blue clearness of the Iraqi sky
Written on
"God"
Hasn't Iraq's ground had enough blood poured on?
Detroit
4/5/2004
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Dream
The time levitate
Day by day
Month by month
Year by year
When the boy mount to his old age
His white beard fell down
And he hung his old age’s smoke
Behind the mirror.
Written and Translated by: Said
Alwaely
Date: 04 / 07 / 2006
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A Mug of Water
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