Poetryzine magazine presents the selected poems by the Iraqi poet Ahmed Raffa'a
Light passed from here
I
I'm tired
of all the lonely evenings
And all the many times
I've cried
II
I did not
catch the distant moon ,
spider webs hinder me
III
Oh,
I like to be a turtle so I don’t chew and bump
the road in one go,
why is it here heaping like debris ?
VI
The frost did not come,
the garden did not rise,
the star did not dance,
why am I so bound by the cuffs of autumn ?
Severed head
Oh,
I wish I would spike a smart farmer's hand,
Or I walk with the wind
and do not smile like leaves carrying the emptiness
My long hands curl around my neck
and don't embrace the sky
Unsuccessful, unsuccessful, my hand everything
I did not wish to be a frog,
but why is my face
like the miserable swamp talk?
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