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Saturday, February 23, 2019

A message to freedom

Written by: Ali Taha Alnobani

© 2019 by Ali Taha Alnobani

My Gypsy lady
 All things here repress me
 My language, my tongue which is burning with the fire of the foreignness
 And my songs which are full of fear
 I'm collecting myself
 I want to reveal that
 But warning badges bombard around me
 I hold my breath
 Like a slaughtered day
 My Gypsy lady
 My words do not make sense
 The ceiling, sleeps on my chest
  I'm stuttering
And my sound goes away
 My Gypsy lady
 Since you took off your clothes near the night monkeys
 And your things were seen swimming in the blue bones
 I realized that I would extend my hand to an eternal inexhaustible vacuum
 And swim with my chains forever
 My lady
 The dream is not complete till now
 You still a rosy framework For a long awaited journey
 And the luster in an eye felt pain of the scene Repetition
 The scene of dry river
My lady
 Be my shroud
 If I will not taste the light of the sun
 And oppression destroyed me