مثل الاشتعال
٣١ يوليو ٢٠١٥
.
دمعة صغيرة
تسقط من السماء
تصل غضون
.
يحدث تغيير
في المشهد المجمد
يقرع الجرس
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مثل الاشتعال
فتبدأ العاصفة
من أكبر ظلام

Dying within me
31 July 2015
Butterfly flutters
Its wings not of season’s taste
Find themselves stripped off
.
The clockwork whirred on
Prototype adjustments set
Prolonging still life
.
The flame rekindled
Withstood only mid-season
Dying within me
.
Ashes stirred ablaze
Reborn out of nothingness
Seethed eternal life
.
Mourant en mon être
31 juillet 2015
Papillon s’agite
Ses ailes de saison d’hier
Se trouvent déchiquetées
.
La mécanique tourne
Rajusté le prototype
Prolongeant vie morte
.
Le feu ranimé
Dura seulement mi-saison
Mourant en mon être
.
Cendres vivifiées
Rejaillissant du néant
Gorgées d’éternel
Gray clouds trail across the sky. In the pale winter sun a flock of geese (Ben Grafström--Akita, Japan)
Vibe alone for a while
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