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The Poetry of IRAQ








                      

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When He Exploded


Salam Dawai


1.

When he exploded

Nobody fell

Nobody fled

Nobody cared.

So he collected his fragments

And disappeared, ashamed.



2.


The wounds

Grew into enchanted trees.

Whenever the wind shook their branches

Unbelievable fruits fell down.



Flowers of Flame
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