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PROSTITUTE’S DREAM Ayad Gharbawi A helping hand waves in distant appeals While realities projected by liars Transpire in hatred waxed and refined The conversationalists’ hollowness laughingly Excused the wars individuals fight While a ********** yells To godless martyrs Who preached of Gods As the dwarfs compared themselves To the beauties of loneliness The hungry painted ships of adventure In their mysterious journeys, they asked: “Where are we to go?” The woman was betrayed By the quick-tongued lover Her eyes chased different circumstances Forgetting that circumstances change Therein lies the equation of human beings Humans who care not While the dying one Strums Her brittle Guitar Made of tender wood Where the hollow tunes soon died Her voice squeaked in No-Man’s-Land Her eyes, a sunset they revered Her eyes that followed her lover’s path. Somewhere in a dark distance Eyes rigid and fixed Even though the winds sway you with pain Your Protectors are dead, I declare! Your Protector is no more Understand that; And understand your enemy The one within you Then shall you feel so much more For alone you walk in this life You breathe in.
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Dec 27, 2009
Dec 27, 2009 at 8:08 AM UTC
PROSTITUTE'S DREAM - AYAD GHARBAWI
PROSTITUTE’S DREAM Ayad Gharbawi A helping hand waves in distant appeals While realities projected by liars Transpire in hatred waxed and refined The conversationalists’ hollowness laughingly Excused the wars individuals fight While a ********** yells To godless martyrs Who preached of Gods As the dwarfs compared themselves To the beauties of loneliness The hungry painted ships of adventure In their mysterious journeys, they asked: “Where are we to go?” The woman was betrayed By the quick-tongued lover Her eyes chased different circumstances Forgetting that circumstances change Therein lies the equation of human beings Humans who care not While the dying one Strums Her brittle Guitar Made of tender wood Where the hollow tunes soon died Her voice squeaked in No-Man’s-Land Her eyes, a sunset they revered Her eyes that followed her lover’s path. Somewhere in a dark distance Eyes rigid and fixed Even though the winds sway you with pain Your Protectors are dead, I declare! Your Protector is no more Understand that; And understand your enemy The one within you Then shall you feel so much more For alone you walk in this life You breathe in.
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Iraqi
Dec 27, 2009
Dec 27, 2009 at 8:08 AM UTC
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