Meet In Winter

We shall meet in winter

At the rail station...in Baghdad:

Two strange sparrows,

Wet and shivering,

Under the rain,

Migrated from the farthest south

At the corner of the Gulf. 

Nestless; we've lost our home.

We've lost all the addresses 

Of our friends.

There remained alone

Known to no one but the rain.

Copyright:
Hussein Nasser Jabr

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