Naser Al-ShaikhAhmed
illusion of light
On the sidewalk of memories
Wishes take a different form
Her face looks pale and frightened
What a curse that aborted
Love and peace in my country!
When the night dares to deceive the light
Motivates me to rearrange my pulse
But my evening passes in closed rooms
And the cracks in the walls are afraid of being assassinated by bullets....
Do you survive the innocence of lust
from the sin of war
from death?
Those are warplanes
When she gets angry, she throws her shells like salt
over the green grass
very painful
To find all around you
drives you to death
and sad
You are in death searching for yourself
About a death worthy of you
I hang my hopes in the hands of the unseen
And my call travels to the sky
There is a ritual I learned from my father
A prayer and a prayer
There are spells to read
May our souls survive one day
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