Mubarad Salaeh Poems

During the nights.
That seems like a bright night.
With not a soul around.
Just me alone under the shining light.
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In the late afternoon and twilight,
Garden flowers glow in the night.
Footbal pitch still visible in no light,
Every night with the stars under the moonlight.
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This poem
has been written off with nudity,
abandoning the identity of one in the canal.
I command for it to end.
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