The Water Bonfire
There he comes…
Preening the night feathers
Breathing the dawning chirps
Delicately scattering scented oumber over the forsaken cities
Buttering bread for he ripped and the barefoot
May the drowning gardens grin.
Here he pops up…
Hailing the wounded
Get and up and sing for the earth steeping in blazing sin
And blasts of wind
Here we shows up…
May not the gnashed fingers bury the twilight birth
He knocked at the door…
As free as a bird
Over howling shivering shrubbery
Forsaken by a glove of sun
The Departure
And fueling fire into a bakery in agony
Hears beat..
Abducting a street from the starts for a kid whose feet lost the roses
He told me…
That the one lady drowned disturbed he costal tears
And that the sea wept the peak bloom of the spring
And that the smile spoilt the flux of misery
He taught me…
To plow the sun disk
To recite the rebellious ode for kids
Fancying blueberry fragrance
He taught me…
How to dwell palm trees
And expose the wheat robber
The one who burnt water into the field of the miserable
In between…
The moon branch broke and travelled
For I know not… wherein he pulled
Where the thing which is his fingers got to be
Fethia Jallad
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