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1- A fist-shaped vase!
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I stayed
Because you asked me
Not only with your faint voice
But also with fixed silence
To stay.
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Three fingers on your mouth
And a window brimful of the emptiness
Into which our eyes soar
That's what was between us.
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Soon each of us felt foolish
So we exchanged a brief smile
Then we inspected
All that our hands can reach
The dried-up pens which don't write
The thoughts that's lost
The feelings that hesitate between
The dry wild weeds
In the fist-shaped vase
And the white plane-shaped
Ash tray.
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When you misunderstood
What I said And you agreed to
Then I repeated it explaining it to you
In the Wright way
And you agreed again
as if I told you that
I stood on a verge of a valley
And called a name
Then the echo returned it to me
another name..
2- the notion which I revealed to you
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You will remember
Every time I turn of the light
And lock the door
I go back and search for the key
In all my pockets
To open the door and switch on the light
And take the thing that I was very careful
Not to forget
But I did.
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You will remember
What a fool I am
When in the middle of tears
I always showed my smile
For that notion which I revealed to you
That God molded man
From a mixture of ash and tears.
(Whose tears?)
You asked.
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Remember
Even when I'm not there
There will be nothing to stop me
Rather every thing will help me
To contrive
In a that vague way
My joy…
being in your reminiscence..
3-the poems of mine that I didn't write
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Many birds
Will land in this place
And will pick up food crumbs
Here
near to my shoes
And will not find me.
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Someone will open his mouth to call my name
A letter or two
Then he will not wait
To hear my answer.
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They will put their palms on the stones
imagining they are taping on my shoulder
Or touching my forehead
Once or twice
Then the will feel it ridiculous
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They will close there eyes
longing to kiss my lips
Then they will open them and look around
As a waken from a dream.
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I've always kept on
Carrying with me
wherever I go
The least I need of my journey
So remember that I've left to you
A lot of what I didn't write
Of my poems..
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