**** Martyrdom of a lover ****
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Maysa Dakdouk / Syria /
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His eyes are open and the sky is asleep covered with cilia
Blessed lovers on the balconies ........ Open on the mountain
His grief, his heart overflowed
Diabetes Cities
Surrounded by the arms of the night
Face lovers are wondering ???
They stay?
They leave?
Lost actors
Demons are vowing birds and doves
In the face of melancholy forests buried
A silent lover
Swarms of love poems on her lips
Scatter rhymes
And songs of clay of the flesh lost in the paths
In his eyes a green sea full of thundering waves terrifies whales.
To his eyes dance butterflies love and death on the lamp sleep
The eyes of the throes of revolt and conscience
And I fight the lover of the bells of human gods.
Sailed a ship without dictionaries born ... fingers of ignorance.
Sail without canons
no limits
Down the curtain on sin
I go beyond taboos and rituals of worship
Smash the crosses
The mountain fairy frees me
Take me in her arms a foamy wave
Embraced by a blue rock
It's the trend
The distance between me and his eyes is narrowing
It restricts me to sleep
I am drinking a glass of red marble
In my deep vigilance spirit
Two wings flying
Tah king of sleep
I won't lose my part
I will not get lost on the topography of my poem
Her chest in my imagination
Her helplessness in my hand
Sand her waiting for the water to flow from her gap
You will be a desolate desert
Rivers ...
The banks radiate vine and Khawabi before waking up the clouds and the cry of the newborn
Secrets of Miracle
Death and life
Mirrors of similarity, narrow distances and contradictions
His eyes and my heart's eyes are home to tears and blood
Travel and Exile
His eyes and my heart's eyes are home to dreams
Overloaded
The mirror is mirrored
The cloaks of the stars fell
Disappear behind her modesty
The distance is narrowing
Whatever I am, sail in my hand
Behold, I put the mountain and the sea in my cup
I drank the storm and stillness
And actors and alphabets
I drank the cups of wanderer on the melodious silence.
Matured bunches of poems
The legs danced on her vintage hymns
My letters complained of thirst
My hand faded into the demon bays
I drank the damn mud
Wake up and gone
The fairies of the mountain and the sea giggled.
They were exchanging elites at the top of ecstasy.
On the remains of a lover.
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*** 27/10/2019 Shortcake:
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