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Mar 2018
It’s circular winding
And within its rhythm
Eachmovement a solstice
Strewing thoughts
As stewed as clay
Inner workings
Of mind’s foremost crevices
That dazzle and daunt
Protract and engorge
Consume and exhume
Fire flows
And water gushes through
The rocking chair is the messenger
From me and to you
Saddal Diab
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Saddal Diab  32/F/Egypt
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