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A Street in Cairo
The man who returned home, In his short break, Does not have but two days:
The man who returned home, In his short break, remembers:
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A day for his arrival, And a day for getting ready to the departure.
A day to cry on seeing her, And a day for her to cry on the farewell scene.
When the war started, They put targets on his eyes, They closed his mouth with the tank nozzle, and how he died before smelling the gunpowder.
A day to open his arms for friends, And a day for hugging their mirage.
A day to tell them about the war, And a day for their tales of the war's victims. A day for life, And a day for an eternal death.
The man who returned home, In his short break, Is welcomed by a street in Cairo, And two sidewalks, Where he poured in the distance between them
The sands of his exiled deserted body, Counting the papers burned in The lost wars, Under the fire and light poles.
