By : Mustapha BAADOU
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hey miss

The evening will be filled with lessons of time

And the waves will stretch out their mighty shields

Towards a sick world

His body will be shrouded in a Magi’s robe

Be here, patient.

An hour later, after a while…

After an endless time…

Like the smile of eternity..

To examine your sick body

screaming dumb words

In my throat you come out silent like a torrential stream

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hey madam,

He won’t come like yesterday

His broken wings chirped out of time

Leave the ozone hole open unguarded

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he will not come,

He wrote to you in his delusions

goodbye message

And leave it at the door of your long life

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Your soul is strange, my lord

How can I not receive an answer?

And you are the unjust unjust to all the letters

Who blames you, who blames you

And you are the rebel against all words

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here or there

Still swimming forgiveness

In Falkut Al-Mannan

Without a year and no sleep

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And the sinners fly with swarms of demons

Wake up from your slumber, man

The light of dawn was born from the threads of the day

What language will he speak for a short time?

When he goes on his heritage parade

It leaves a thousand question marks

This post was originally published on Radio Free.