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Not A Star

Neither a star, nor a prophet's inspiration, nor a face praying to the moon, is Mihyar. Here he comes like a pagan spear,...

Do not ask me, the name of my love I fear for you, from the fragrance of perfume contained in a bottle, if you smashed it, drowning...

Love happened at last, And we entered God's paradise, Sliding Under the skin of the water Like fish. We saw the precious pear...

Your love taught me to grieve and I have been in need, for centuries a woman to make me grieve for a woman, to cry upon her arms...

؛ Increase your passion for me. My most beautiful fit of madness. Make me drown, oh my lady, For the sea calls me. Make me mor...

؛ I want you a woman Since civilisation is a woman Sonnet is a woman Spike is a woman Perfume bottle is a woman Paris, be...

When the moon is born in the east, And the white rooftops drift asleep Under the heaped-up light, People leave their shops an...

؛ the one who was made of Cutton and Clouds the one who i can call her a Rain of Jewel and the River of Nahound and a Row fores...

--> ؛ I have no power to change you or explain your ways Never believe a man can change a woman Those men are pretenders...

We shall meet in winter At the rail station...in Baghdad: Two strange sparrows, Wet and shivering, Under the rain, Migrated f...

؛ If you were my friend, Help me to leave you... Or if you were my beloved, Help me to be healed of you... If I had known...

؛ Green Tunisia, I have come to you as a lover On my brow, a rose and a book For I am the Damascene whose profession is passion Who...

؛ raise me more love… raise me my prettiest fits of madness O’ da g ger’s journey … in my flesh and knife’s plunge… sink me ...

؛ ؛ He lets me listen, when he moves me, Words are not like other words He takes me, from under my arms He plants me, i n a distan...

؛ Between us twenty years of age between your lips and my lips when they meet and stay the years collapse the glas...

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