About suffering and love


Ailments Singing

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The wounds conceal
Long before they heal
The ailments mute
letters and words scattered
In which the wounds must gathered
They overlap with the grass, dust and wind
The stars, birds and flowers intervene
The wounds speak loud
They scream
The heart's wellsprings unfold
They turned into rivers
Irrigate thirsty souls
Songs and poems
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Written in Arabic in Sydney,2007. Translated by the poet.
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P.S. As poems loose alot of their essence and technique, when translated to other languages - particularly rhyme and rhythm - members with English as their first language are welcome to edit or paraphrase any of my poems. Names of editors will be acknowledged where ever the edited poem published. With many thanks.

Habib Fares

Habib Fares





Poetry by Habib Fares
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Written on 2007-03-30 at 20:47

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