There it is. A glowing dot
in the sky. You could hear it's whistle...
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Tomorrow...
Did you love this city’s winter murk?
the fog settling on the river...
Bridges from reality to my mind
have been crashing...
..so hear my plea, of mans misdeed,
to help our world, no more to bleed...
There are mornings
when I wake up...
At night, thoughts are magnified
by the rattling of gunfire...
Since when have leaves from that tree care
if winds move them with a whisper...
I talk to you-
about how the moon turns...
--
smoldering words ignite again...
The last time I saw Beirut,
a full moon was curbing its rooftops...
Ode to the man who once learned to weep,
Ode to the winter, the shepherd and his sheep...