The Edge of Heaven / miss I was

The Edge of Heaven / miss I was

How missed
Six or seven years my...
Our spirit will not fit us
Were crazy kids
We used to fly a kite
Strapping run
How sweet tired
Used to hills in
Village used to fall into the road
Asphalt roads without a...
Edge would have expected
Soft soil
Ten of our cockade
Used to draw?
Figure figures
We would have stroked the palm
We used to re-flat
Would take us time...
Our lips crack
that hot thirstiness
Meaningful to us now
We have seen from the mirage
Effects were probably
Started to quarrel
Mine well... Yours is beautiful...
Used to ignite a fight
Crystal used in our tears
Dry lips
There was a nice taste
Now foreign to us...
O taste of purity...
Name of purity...

Al Fasih
Mardin / Kiziltepe 2009

Al Fasih

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