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    Depths

     

    Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen

     

     

     

     

     

    In my depths

     

    There is a white bird

     

    That drops slaughterous in the depths of the theater.

    In the depths of the theater

    There are screams, moans and torn clothes.

    In the depths of the torn clothes there is a dream.

     

    In the depths of the dream there is a river.

     

    In the depths of the river there is a boy.

     

    In the depths of the boy there is a heart.

     

    In the depths of the heart there is a poem.

     

    In the depths of the poem there is a letter.

     

    In the depths of the letter there is a dot.

     

    In the depths of the dot there is a Sufi.

     

    In the depths of the Sufi, there is God:

    God who looks at my slaughterous bird

    With weeping eyes.

     

     

     

     

     

     

    أعماق : شعر: أديب كمال الدين


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