The Mediterranean Waves Anthology
Mahmoud Soliman
On my way to you, I will wage a war From one side As I own nothing But one grin... I will empty the thirty years And ask the children, The streets and stations, The newspapers sellers, About a blood which is not mine And about friends who left behind their weeping And departed... I will sort out my dreams And arrange my only dirty -old shoe By war and peace, And mumble simple things: The palm tree that has never been fruitful, The dog that got bored of its barking Thus it died alone.. On my way to you, I forget the disappointments of my hands And the quarrel of my children, And my need to cry, And ask, “How many roses are in the way...!”
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I’ll get my Bags ready to Travel
June 2021. The Silk Road Literature Series
