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May 2019
I don't know

Whether sky plays earth!

Water running in circles

As if it's inhaled

Or ****** by earthy lips

And so clouds also

move along as ribs

In a breathing chest


You pass your legs into water

"how it is cold and fresh!"

and Sun, is hotter than blood

Feeding the sandy flesh


Your eyes're green at night

sunny in the afternoon

And honey in the early morning

My own are really dark!

I cannot clearly see

where poems are born


They say that neurons

Sink in a salty water

-sodium and chloride-

Just like the sea


I look at those blackish

Brainy rocky islands

And thinkΒ Β :

Only sweet water

Could dig its own way

Through this earth's wound

gathering lonely colors :

"Schwarz, GrΓΌn , und Gelb"

On either banks of the Nile

passing by the cataract.


1st August 2017,
Aswan - Luxor
The Cataracts of the Nile are shallow lengths (or white water rapids) of the Nile River, between Aswan and Khartoum, where the surface of the water is broken by many small boulders and stones jutting out of the river bed, as well as many rocky islets. In some places, these stretches are punctuated by whitewater, while at others the water flow is smoother, but still shallow (Wikipedia)
Al Qassem Moussa
Written by
Al Qassem Moussa  34/M/Egypt
(34/M/Egypt)   
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