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My Work - PoetryBoltingWhen you came running towards my armsO my mare ! Under the afternoon sun When you came running among the green fields And palm trees As if you were a well-bred mare And your flowing dress shining in the sun Like waves Or like the mane of a highbred mare And your hair weaved by the wind into a tune And its waves painted by the brush of the breeze At that I wanted to run towards you But I stood watching that beautiful bolting Listening to the whinny of my blood Whilst my heart embraced you Ahead of my arms Ahead of my hands By long time Dubai, 2001 |
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