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A shining ink.

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A shining ink.

I could take the Light

Into my palm

I would dunk the pen

Within the long-lived ink

Rebelled pens!

You’ve shaken the asleep world

By the mummies occupied

Which had neither emotion

Nor excitement

A shortage of care

For hopeless children

The women while crying

There’s no sign of Wakefulness

For piling of migrants

Who drowned in deep Ocean

A mouthful for furious fish

Migrants who left 

A trailer of mourning.

 

 

 لمتابعة المزيد من الابداعات الثقافية زر موقع ثقافتنا

التعليقات مغلقة.

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