Tamiz Ludi

The rain has fallen today,
washing away the ice of bygone days.
The roof gleams bright, the tulip garden has turned sacred-serene.
Feeling at peace, at peace, I breathe in the air deep.
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HUMAN FACE
BY TAMIZ LUDI

I was told paint a human face.
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I'm going up the stairs. A deep dense darkness is sitting on the cornice.
The light, like the swans of Matice, are flattering on the floor,
square blocks of lights are flickering
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Zero or blackhole
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Who are you salvation from the very hidden
Dim cloudiness Tones
What is the call, then?
To my feelings.
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I am Phoenix
Came up from the Ashes
Love Makes you love it again
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I am sitting near the river
Reflected brittle face floating in the water mirror

A broken man is hidden in the hunk!
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You are absorbed in music, thinking of the ninth symphony,
Thinking of Beethoven, thinking of Mozart.
And nature is then lyrical, immersed in Sebastian Bach.
Yours finers playing on the piano around clear notation
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Beyond the intellectual world like Borges's story
When we were impersonal protesters, the city was burning
In the fire of water. Plague in villages. Yet hungry people
Silent preparation, revolution. People went down in real fire.
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THAT SONG SAYS I WILL SING
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The runner says he will turn this time around
those who are running along the edge of the ditch
I sing the praises of their courage
Those who are baking their hands in the fire of pain
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Who has secretly opened the hydrant
The water is going down endlessly
Black-white-green or yellowish boys and girls
Down the street
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Nature has gone mad, everything is being destroyed by invisible lightning
The local people are standing outside the hug and greeting
The thread of time is getting longer and longer
Numerous insects like scorpions are walking along the vertebrae
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Hate is a simple poem
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OMRAN A LITTLE TOO CRYING
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The boy said, 'Mom, go! '
-No my boy, for my sake, you don't.
The boy is speechless, firm, steady, firm.
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And we have a plot of land—
Veiled in a gray shroud of fog,
Where the road has no end,
Only the endless repetition of footsteps.
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His fingers reek of the scent of prey.
A drop of red wine on white paper
spreads like a silent word.
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A green mystery breathes in the orbit of the sun,
Breaks light into invisible letters,
Writes the primary hymn of chemistry—
In a leaf's solitary factory
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