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Intisar Abul Latif - 7- 4- 2023

I will hang the calendar in front of me
I will fall every day
My morning no longer matters to me
I will not read what you wrote on the scrap of wisdom
Just .
Drop the days
that rush past me without you
I dream
I cheat on my type
Find your fruits that ripened away from the female
I walk around you
I live you as a mother watching her child who has turned into a man
He gets up in astonishment
Dreaming of a mermaid finds it in his hands.
He frowns in front of himself
The loss killed his soul
I breathe you
Then I will hang my calendar in front of me
Until you wake up from your dream

...from my second book...
(closed with red roses)