Thursday, February 14, 2013


Ya Allah
I am holding your trees
touching the grass
because you walk
in waters of rain
I am bleaching my soul
for your sun to dry
I am hanging my submission
to the clothesline
where do we meet ?
Will it be a bullet on my head?
a crash on the street
name it ?
shake your hands
with the worthy
I am dreaming this in arabic
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