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Milk

The flute speaks. If I could only pass Through Damascus like the echo. Silk sleeps at her shore, Curves in cries That die before I reach them. Distance falls Like tears. (from The Flute Speaks by ┬áMahmoud Darweesh) **** Sometimes … Continue reading

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