Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen Poems

Music is falling, falling
Like a bird,
A bunch of grapes,
A waterfall.
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My sweetheart is a little jinni
Full of pleasure, tears and warmth.
I am to find a way to train her
I am the magician who was burnt alive to the death.
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I make my hunger a letter
My ash a letter
My moaning a letter.
I ride them and fly toward death.
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Tears besieged me as a tank besieged
A blind man in the wilderness.
Tears of forty-years old are a superstition.
Music in tears is childhood.
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In the middle of a yellow, Blue and orange cloud
I sat and looked at the world's greenness.
As it carried me,
Crossing from a time to a time
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Celebrating myself,
I have put my blood in my glass
From which I made the orchestra
Of my letters and dots.
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She got up; the dawn broke
And the spirit's pillar looked shinning.
She got up; my blood shook,
The wall shook, the guards collapsed as orphans.
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Your body is closed
Like a circle of magic.
I have drawn it with my blood
But the Jinni stole its enigmatic letter.
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Sleep
The flower dropped into the well.
The boys disbanded.
Oh! My eye,
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Here I am!
I have come back to your remembrance,
Come back like a beaten army
So, do not try with me your attempt
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