Song Poem by Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi

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Facing down wind in a dust-storm,
wrapped up in his cloak
and wearing a hat that can't make him vanish -
this skinny man
scans the horizon,
gathering - but not quite yet - flowers
until the moment you meet
(… but stuck in this narrow alleyway
among mountains of rubbish
he longs to lift up his beak
unfurl his wings
and take flight…)

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