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Thursday, August 1, 2019

Ahmad Al-Khatat writes


Brand New Grief 

I once saw a blind shadow running, with a
Brand new grief where nobody was walking
I thought she was returning to paradise
To stop the law of stealing her children
No tears were seen from her wounds
Just cuts from her youth old attitudes
With a mouth burning endlessly from
The blood shots she drank ‘fore
She was holding her sleeping doll
With a sword that slaughtered the
Rain from its own shadow and bled
The clouds till autumn leaves healed them
I followed her till the end of the world
Nothing to lose or defend myself from
This life where the moon is down in pain
From a starless dawn to hear her prayers
I felt as though I were mute or deaf to weep alone,
To realize she was a mother visiting
Her orphans kids, since the sunshine had
Been owned by the strangers in darkness 
Art ID: 36582
Beauty in Rain --  van-195

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