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This is How My Song Dies

Munir Mezyed

The streets are no longer in their places

They infiltrated our balcony overlooking the Moon

Tattooed it with red lights…!

They prevented birds

Butterflies 

The breaths of earth and heaven

From passing through

Shadow and tranquility

From growing

The emerald lace from expanding

Two poplar tree s are on the other bank of life

They rebel

Trying in vain

To open the gates of long mediation

Morn is awakened terrified

By harsh screaming

At its feet

Where ashes hatch

My song dies…!

My love …!

Each one of us is in his own eternal exile

Isolating himself even from his own self

Sliding into the darkness of his depth

Uttering the ashes of old time

Stagnant in the memory

He runs

Lost in a race never ends

But ends in the shelter of darkness and nihility….

We look for memories

Still glittering with a dim light

 Coming from an unknown grave…

Through our eyes the moon and night pass

A spectrum in the form of a dead man

In the coffin of mist...

O My love who ascends from the soil

From your fragrance

Everything has changed

Haunted by a cloud of insanity

In vain

Trying to land at new harbors

Evening is a face among old faces

No one pays attention to them

Over its lashes

Where the birds suffocate

My song dies…

O My love who travels in the poems

Our words grow dim

Wandering in anxiety

Unable to praise the Lord

Suffering from sterility and drought

Lips coagulate

Dreaming a lucid dream in a dead dream

 Of the dew of kisses

Night is saturated with fake lights

  On its body

 Where the herd of stars left the grazing meadow

My song dies

The wings of dream are breaking

Thus they are unable to wander in the heavens

We drink clamor and smoke

And our hungry eyes

  Swallow advertising posters

This is how my song dies

And the world dies

Dies

Dies with it