Crossed Strings Author: Amal Radwan (Palestinian poet)

Translator: Hassan Hegazy (Egypt)

Our names carried us to the depths of   unknown reproducing..
We; an idea of a certain creation formed in the womb of the hope?!
We look carefully at the shadows of God that are covering the seas of senses;
Perplexed by the waves of fear..  inclining
and with worn heavy exhaustion
Among the bends of sorrow and the fragments of joy
Leaning on the backs of silence
Scraping sleeping wounds / to spread the dark of pain as milk
Loved and adored by the ink of yearning
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The boats of our dreams are reeling.. dazed   
Scattered by hunger of the storms of the infidel time,
And in swirls with hollow letters 
With the dim of the faint beating light 
painting ourselves stories twisting  sorrow and pain 
In the cage of the innocence
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For a moment;
We glimpse smiles sipping tears
Seeping a dismayed confusion 
From the holes of heart flowing light,
For a second;
Halos from the books of days are twisting
 Forming a questionable foam on the forehead of seasons
Stealthily; 
We get into the bowels of the age lustily
The fingers of April are playing us a lie
On the crossed chords of memory and
Forgetfulness !

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