-1-
I weep,
And call out: Return to me
For the winds of despair blow upon me
And like a leaf of a tall willow
I sway, I tremble,
I twist...
I draw ever nearer to death.
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Tears fall from my eyes
Drowning me...
Burying my remains
Throwing me into the depths of the water
And the boat deliberately crashes
Against the rocks of great sighs
And the smaller seas of the eyes
Receive all kinds of storms!
Beirut Telegraph, Issue 8084, February 16, 1970
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