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I contemplate the sea…
Behold the horses of dreams Running over the waves Like heavenly gleams, And angelic sparrows carrying the sun With their silver beaks Singing in divine joy The song of love and freedom, The song of life… I sail with overwhelming joy, With my passion, My dreams, My poesy, Looking at the sky Searching for the face of my one and only… I travel alone like the sea No passport No identity No borders No check points Leaving behind My home My language My sect My skin color My worries My fears My mother's face And the sad song… I wake up with the sounds of aircrafts, tanks, guns, Then I know that I was dreaming…! Copyright © Munir Mezyed
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