faleeha hassan - • Afyon

• Afyon
Africa's a beautiful night
But very beautiful
Says Ms.
A visit to Iraq!
and I avow
I'm beyond ignorance
and a half skin and some spirit
The City sign
And I have no sign, but what I say
If the hinted tracks reveal about your face
There is no but to leave
And my name is My bag!
I am controlling in the poems
Tattooed including not written yet
No
And not
make poems for you
or you
Or you……………… forcibly
Hit in your wish
Dear Madam / bed and the tomb of my childhood happiness
I sick of life figuration
To turn to another
I bend to smell of water
And the Mold push me away
To the dark snow in (Afyon) *
The cough of hare chimney
The trip of hare afraid old woman
A creak of the trees bond!
*Afyon/ Mountain in Turkey is the exile poet

faleeha hassan

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