Khalid Albudoor Poems

We will meet soon
But we will soon part again
Not knowing the next meeting place.
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Before the sun climbs over
the walls of the mud houses
unknown Bedouins return
to rest themselves in my dreams
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Summer's Fog
Morning is not here yet
I cannot see
The sleeping town in front of me.
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Everything is ready
the windows cleaned
the paths are clear today
and you are searching through the old cassettes
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Lowering my eyelids
I transcend high into the vast sky,
Passing through the space
Between tow clouds
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Morning tea is dark
Like the night behind our house
Where the sun lost its way
And the air did not stop to greet our trees.
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Everything is in place
Your mirror
Your gem stones
The burning oil pot
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Summer's Fog
Morning is not here yet
I cannot see
The sleeping town in front of me.
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Maybe
It is a cloud
Over shadowing my heart
Since early morning
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We will empty all the rooms
Soon
The balcony we washed together
Would be empty of the shadows
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