Route

September 16, 2016

By Ahmed Zaidan

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I walked where the memories were being tossed
Sticks and crusty days deployed on the roads
The door of hope is soon to be closed
The wind that howls, pushes me towards
Wherever the leaves and wishes will creep
To a silent destiny to the muted yellow heap !

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