Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Death by Poetry (Part II)

طاردتك اليوم
لأربع ساعات
My chest wanders helplessly
محاولا ان يشهق من الهواء كل عطرك
As it remains silent and ironic
لا طالما أردت ان أسالك
For whom the bell tolls?





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