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The Wind
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by Sendoo Hadaa
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Coming naked
Leaving naked
When we were born
There was the wind only
When we die
There will be the wind only
In my dream
You have stroked my dry hair and passed through
The despaired stone mark of national boundaries
You pass over the land with nothing
You have kissed the quiet sky
Roaring at the alive abjection
Where will the fragrance of wind go
Where will the retribution to wind come
We know nothing about
The tender wind
The weeping wind
The wandering wind
The singing wind
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November 08 ,2009
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