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 BY:  Maysoon Al Eryani

We had to be more peaceful
More than noon
More than the white moon
More than a black cat,
bundling her seven Spirits...

We had to sleep every night
with Seven Dreams
so music ignites not the silence
in the cave
Where walls dancing
as wheat ears
leaning above the lovers hearts.

Our cigarettes must not be aged
Close to the angles
Away from the woods
Where the crowns of earth
Melts every year...

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