by Ghada Al-Saegh
I have been closed up all day
Speaking of unimportant stuffs inside rooms
Now finally I have become visible into the night,
Myself in a middle of darkness
Beneath the clouds the low sky sparks
With sprinkled light. I can barely think this is happening.
Here in this optimistic nonappearance of day,
I feel myself developed
with pleasure.
All over the place around me the soft rain is whispering
Of thousands of feet of air
Imperceptible beyond us.
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