Faruk Buzhala Poems

I carefully tread the meadows
looking at the ground
not to hurt the four-leaf clover
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'' Two thousand years ago ended the voyage of the prophets''

People are left
at the crossroads of life
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My house is a hundred years old
The wounds of time appear on the walls
Even though I have tried to repair you.
You are as beautiful as a monument of the past,
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The chain of time was broken,
the space was divided in half.
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I want to cry
to shed grief
that I have.
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