She Alone Knows…
She alone
knows..
How to wander in
my world
And explore the
being of my body’s stations,
Filling the
bucket of passion with tenderness
To absorb the
noise of melancholy from me..
So that poets
flirt with my hue..!
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She alone
knows..
My dreams will
not fall,
After the
conviction of love was revealed
Humbled by the
prayer of purity..
And in its orbit
the shyness of excitement persists.!
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She alone
knows..
Like the tan of
olives, its leaves were scattered
With longing,
A kiss flows
between the fingers of hope
From which I
drink the Zamzam of life..!
Before I wrote
down the notebook of wishes
And invaded the
cities of dreams.
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She alone
knows..
The madness of
her love among the atheists
The wisdom of
the weak and the prophecy of the fortune tellers,
Whenever your
ghost draws a poem of fire
By which the
ignorance of the people and my foolishness burns
And those dreams
sleeping with the passion of affection
Trouble the
window of the afflicted heart..!
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She alone
knows..
From the sea's
eagerness she inherited
The world of
eternity and the originality of the waves,
When I get lost
in the paths of passion
And the dream of
the departure of the Caesar is a legendary farce
With it we
conclude the front of the disabled age..
Like the
desert's belief in the sanctity of thirst..!
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She alone
knows..
In the bag of
time,
That I am bound
by the four humors
When the
witnesses fail in their conquests in my city
My chapters gasp
on their pulpits
So they imitate
me as a talisman for waiting..
To conclude the
tables with a blind law.!
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She alone
knows..
My being is
enveloped by childhood visions
So crying is
delayed,
Gathering up the
losses of the sea's fragmentation
With the delay
of the rituals of longing
And the warmth
of the secret of the processions of anguish
When my grave
marker signs for departure..!
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She alone
knows..
My body still
carries
In the pores of
its pockets your scent,
So my silence
shines in the furthest reaches of the forest
And gasps
twice..!
The arrows of
distraction almost stole your details
And I am on the
balcony of oblivion.!
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She alone knows
..
The nature of
the secret of the storms
Taking refuge in
a weak universe,
When the wind
becomes a dreamer
Hiding in the
features of a dress
Drank a cup of
hot illusion,
And wove from my
veins
A prayer rug for
seeking guidance.!!
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She alone
knows..
That the birth
of dusk follows my traces
And the wolves
howl in the valley of discord,
She searches
between the cracks of the rocks a question
For the last
pleasures, for no answer is enough for her
Departure or
dying..
Perhaps an
embrace in the form of oblivion..!
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She alone
knows..
The fall of
poetry on the skin of the soul
Arranges the
life of the willows by the river,
So blessed is
the dew of a lost passion
On the whiteness
of your breasts it twists,
Confused by the
lie of directions and the strangeness of
The mirrors of
clay pregnant with hope.!
She Said Come On..
We chat about
the chapters of the homeland
Scattered in the
hands of fate
And the groaning
that we played together,
At the bottom of
time.!
Come on..
We fade away
like a cloud of fog
In the valley of
sadness,
And its silence
that assassinates my power
Wrapping me in
you with a seductive spirit
When the
migration of hopes slaps me
Come on..
Absence splits
me in half
And each half
eats its other part
Tell me when
will I settle in peace in you..!!
And you are the
ember in the bosom of the fires
Come on..
For my heart
licks
The empty spaces
between us
So will waiting
kneel,
On the carpet of
the wind..!!
To create a
longing from my sorrows
Come ..
For I am the one
born in you
And buried alive
with the nectar of your love
I repeat it
every morning and evening
To arrange for
your eyes the most beautiful songs
Come ..
O breeze of a
wasted life
And the tone of
a hungry life in her waist
The sweat of her
thirsty lips withered,
And in you is
the argument and its refreshing drink
Come ..
We gain time
without time
We shake hands
with the nightingales of the soul with a kiss
It squeezed the
history of the universe,
In the paradises
of hope and the dwellings of heaven
I Love Rain..
I squeeze the
cloud of promises to fashion the neighing of life into embers, and I don't know
how to extinguish the fires of longing with your stray kiss, and the delirium
of my night seeks the warmth of barren paths, I am tired and the pulse
wandering on the back of anxiety, and the horses of absence race the wind, when
the smoke draws me a sanctuary drowned in the darkness of groaning, I take
refuge in the shadow of desperate wounds, and I challenge its rebellious
storms, to cling to the sail of your velvet eyes, I pass my blind pen over your
lips, and the trembling of my hands swallows the ships of the passersby, they
are the letters of satire, my heart, shedding the honey of your endless love
with dreams of leaves.
I am still
sensing that unknown end of a suspended story, to interrogate the bubbles of
speech by entering the conversation about a woman who is good at swimming in
the seas of rhythm, and accompanied the tastes of magic, and I, my lady, love
rain.
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ADNAN REKANI
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