The dream of the shortest

........

Sadek Ahmed

At the end of the day when the evening came

Tired of tiredness to return home

Lost in unlimited void

Just looking at the unstable mind

Whom I have kept as long as

in my Chest rib.

Sometimes the cut of the sunglasses sometimes

Like the sound of blacksmiths

The air from the lungs gets hot air

From the eyes, the sparks of the fire spread forth

If I am in a tired body

Sleep has come.

Happiness memories are endangered

past Repeatedly in the eyes

It seems like the moment of sleeping.

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