i don't know his colour's visage
he salutes me with his teeth
in order to greet is like a sleet
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he wants to me the peace
but the war in his heart
he wants to me a big space
but narrow, is his faith
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his tongue throws the honey
but his heart gives the bitterness
it appears that's a good way
but really. it's a darkness
TAOUNATE
THA 22 . 09. 2004
MR TAJEDDINE MUSTAPHA