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The evening did not drink its coffee Poetry - Talal Al-Tuwairqi The poet wanders through his verses between: We believed the shape of our laughter by the doors We were her immediate pulse In the field of lips And a question: I will ask my heart And to improvise the language of revelation alone I will ask him as soon as the spirit is lifted Her desire In delight From the space of manifestation He goes back to childhood to describe his innocence and silky softness, as he says in the poem "Our Date, the Child": Alone .. And the clouds extend the palms of ecstasy And the moment is pregnant A tree that extends the shadow with the pulse of its innocence From one end to the other, the strings of thirsty violins She kept weaving her heartbreak With flirtations of tears And your silk did nothing With his softness thrown at my sleep
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