She wakes up
glances out a window caused to bleed
by the sound of the wind
she spots a sniper leaning over the barricade
and a martyr and a wounded man lying on the rubble
What’s this – the water pouring
akin to wailing auctions
a gloomy horizon, thunder roaring
No lightning here to brighten the visage of the clouds
and the earth’s interior is a grave
She sinks into soft sleep for a day
or for indefinite time
then she awakens to a lovesick grapevine in eye of
the sun
She sings for the fig and orange trees
and olive trees
roaming upon the Mount of Olives
as roosters crow at the break of the dawn
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My language is Arabic, I hope the translation is good
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