Habib Fares Poems

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Silver Water
Your mum,
How many
Silver statues
She slept with,
Intoxicated,
To replace your saliva
With silver water!

Always to the left,
Behind the first
Fold of rose,
There is a silver shine.

As though gods
And the gathering of conjurors
Bewitched,
Till numbing . . .
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A Word
When a word sprouts
In my paper,
Death breathes
Inside me,
Its fingertips catches
A piece of love

A smile
Blossoms on my lips,
When I see my word
Over its white stage,
Dancing with the stars
On the rhythm of its
Anklets

When the wings
Of my word flap . . .
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