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Topic: Seasons (12/08/03)
TITLE: Christmas gift By Mekhled Al-zaza 12/14/03 |
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By:mekhled Al-zaza
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We want you to hear us
As mother, Mum
Not as a style madam
Our sky full of with the blood
Our hearts are wizened
Our waters are dread
After The Lord visited us
And stolen our dreams
After The Lord
Between his teethes us infused
And our feeling occupied
After The lord
With his magic promises
Drunk and in sponging house
Without cilia, without breaths
Left us
With a wall surrounded us
And with enormous voice said
“ Enough for you
To see the moon
To love the sea
To life, to be more
And this is the gift of Christmas
For you …”
Mum, we your children
Lover your hymns
Lover your smiles
What can we say?
And after this gloominess
What can you do?
Mum, pray for The God
To send Father Christmas
To present you
As the most beautiful gift
To break bread with us
To inspire us the existence
To liberate our wishes
To give the freedom
To return the warm to our wishes
To ply us in your hair
As fulgent star, as fugitive waves
And to disperse our bodies
Here and there as flowers
As springs, as rains
Mum, let us together
To make fun of The Lord
To prepare funeral mead
To him and mazy dead
Because we are the
Veritable life
We are deathless happy
We are the mercy
We are the truthful gift of Christmas