Haiku # 468

رائحة المنتور والياسمين
وصوتك عند الفجر
هدوء بحر أعمق
من السماء والأرض

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نشوة بيضاء…
سكون صوتك في قلبي
عند انبلاج الفجر

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Man child…
poet wandering
the isles of the wind

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A little late to rise…
in the dark of her hair
the tangled moon

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