Elham Issa
Translated by : Awny Seif
Letters throw their griefs,
as scattered people
with unknown destinies,
run slowly, slowly.
Chanting, singing themselves,
Gripping on patience's pain,
Drunk with soreness' cups,
Hide into silence hugs.
Wild Roads,
its tendons were cut off by the noise of the messed-up.
It's no longer playing the tune of survival.
After locking the cheerful keys.
Covered!
The naked tree hurried from its roots,
Crisp, empty leaves falling back and forth.
Her attitudes,, reveal the distress of relationships.
Nude Seasons!
The seasons have changed and the wheat fields are shouting for help.
River streams can no longer erase drought.
Spring baptized its colors in thirst color
By autumn, thrones and kings had fallen.
Summer inflamed by the fire of greed.
Winter fears the cloudy pretence
Heaven is pregnant but can't give birth.
The roads clap their empty sides.
Here's a residue. It's breathing her last breath.
Mask travel!
Will you go back to the urge of the beginning?
Fill the gaps of fingerprints
Wet the taste of dry taste
Homes are living with Inhabitants
It was that morning. Same Morning
When the wind raided me with a yellow autumn.
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