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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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