Seclusion of Silence

I am accustomed to silence, I have become addicted to short nights

And behind the silence are confused words

The echo of words is muffled in my chest

So I only release it reluctantly

I learned to speak without utterance

And passion taught me the language of virgins

They say: passion is wine; metaphorically

I say: and all who drank became drunk

And I have a heart that turned away from walking

So passion only blew to turn around

They say: seek advice, and I say: no

In the path of love, whoever sought advice failed

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The sand says: all people are clay

They will spread, if they dry, as dust

I say: yes, and all people are water

And they may evaporate tomorrow as vapor

And some people are made greater by the nights

And some people were born great

If one day a train passes them by

They lay down time and artificially created a train

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I am the child that a mother cast

In front of time, full of siege

And my father inherited to me a long night..

I cut it up, and its spread tires me

Alone I read history, silently

I resist this wall and that wall

And the road lets me down, and its passersby

So all my steps came short

Time threw me into the horizons as a bird

Small, so it grew feathers, and flew

So no distance splits the wall of my chest

Nor depth challenges me to descent

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I toured the countries, I found a people

;from exhaustion they have fallen in love with destruction

Accompanied by the crow, and every owl

They surround mosques and homes

It was said: "Those who were shy died" long ago

And whoever lost modesty, ruled the land

The fault of thought is covered by silence

And the fault of disbelief reveals what was hidden

The Nile will flow, despite fear at night

As usual; to uproot the Tatars

So is it time; to carry me

On the shoulder of crossing if they attack?

Zuhair Al Silawi