She Alone Knows...
With the help of
my heart...
I erased dumb
phrases,
She was stuck on
a broken wall
When she spoke
to her, tears of poetry...
With the
blackness of his dark ink.!
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She alone
knows...
That the neglected
lines
Among lost,
worthless shelves,
I was the one
who unleashed the sun
Her face since
the first era.
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She alone
knows...
That the sound
of pain...
A luxurious robe
that he did not wear
Except my ribs
and the silence of my eyes,
He danced with
his rich playing
When I left at
dawn.
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She alone
knows...
Despite the
darkness of the road
preceding the
past and the present,
I lit my lamps
with the palm of pain
To tread on
thorns with bare feet
To see me
squeezing coals...!!
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She alone
knows...
The life
imprisonment decision is cruel.
Marginalization
is a form of execution
Peace be upon
the love that was his job,
Loyalty and
security!!
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She alone
knows...
The explosion of
the universe was with a kiss!!
And the orbit of
the universe covers her smile with a cycle of tenderness!!
And night and
day, the beat of her heart is renewed.
And the soul
depends on her embrace.
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She and she
alone knows...
In marginality
and fog
vision
diminishes,
In connection,
the tone of love rises
Distances
narrow...
In tenderness,
the hands of time turn
And the doors of
pain are closed..!
Between storm
and calm
The poem is
revived.
===========================
She alone
knows...
That my soul...
scattered among
its verses,
And the love of
a poet will be ink on paper
There is no
safety in the sublimity of its forests
Tropical!!
=======================
She and only she
knows...
That sadness did
not know how to lie
And sadness for
his childhood and innocence,
It is true
love...
And his feelings
were true before he was born
He is the light
that never betrays
Sadness is
pampering and hope.
=======================
She and only she
knows...
Keys to hearts
She hallucinates
the fever of the meeting... trembling
And the breaths
are equal in severity
She prepares
bags for departure
Do not cut the
ropes of affection,
Let the acrobat
fall into the mire of pride
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She and only she
knows...
At the feast,
the songs make you smile
And our empty
dreams cry,
There is a
sweaty hand.
Holding on to
split ends
Nothing can
repair our worn-out clothes
The bus carries
a flock of wishes...!
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She alone
knows...
I still don't
know my final stop
And in my
pocket, there are bright dirhams,
Enough to buy a
piggy bank
I gather in it
the bundle of my joy
And my
disappointments...!!
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ADNAN AL-RIKANI
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