Contemplations

I slowly grind
Those questions that await no answer,

I tenderly shake
Those taboos embedded in my thought,

My eyelashes embrace
Those truest of friends;
I grant them the oils of my heart,

My mind opens to
Those truest of enemies;
I show them my pencil’s spears,

Those moderate friends,
And those moderate enemies,
I throw in the garbage bin

Written by : Faiha Abdulhadi
Translated by: Tamer Abughazaleh

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