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Like the turtleWe cross borders lightly like clouds.Nothing carries us,I walk everywherewith my home but as we move on my backwe carry rain,and accent,and a memory of another place..
2
The mirror on the wall Homeland, I am not your mother,doesn’t show any of the faces So why do you weep in my lap like this every timethat used to passin front of it.something hurts you?
3
The deadtree doesn’t ask why it’s not movingact like the moon:to some other forestthey leave the earth behind and move awaynor any other pointless questions.
4
Oh, little ants,how you move forwardwithout looking backShe raised his head to her chest.If I could only borrow your steps He did not respond:for five minuteshe was dead.
5
All of us are autumn leaves Just like that,they packed our green yearsready to fall at any timefeed a hungry sheep.
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The spider makes a home outside itselfHouse keys,identity cards,faded pictures among the bones.. It doesn’t call it exileAll of these are scatteredin a single mass grave.
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Forgottenthe faces Some of the deadour tribal membersas if we met them once died in warthrough revolving doorsSome died regular deaths.None of them died from joy.
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I am not a pigeonThe dead act like the moon:to know my way homethey leave the earth behindand move awary.
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Just like that,Those colourful flowersthey packed our green years over the mass gravesto feed a hungry sheepare the dead’s last words.
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Of course you can’t see the word love. All of us are autumn leavesI wrote it on waterready to fall at any time.
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When the moon is full My heart’s quite small:that’s why it looks like a zero. Life is roundat the endfills so quickly.
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The grandfather left the country with one suitcase. Arbic languageThe father left with empty handsloves long sentencesand long wars.The son left with no handsIt loves never-ending songs and late nightsand weeping over ruins.It loves working for a long lifeand a long death.
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