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

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My Gypsy lady

My words do not make sense

The ceiling, sleeps on my chest

I'm stuttering

And my sound goes away

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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

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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

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My lady

Be my shroud

If I will not taste the light of the sun

And oppression destroyed me

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