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Al·Gharb·7

byLauren Hynde©


 


7.

Every year on this day
the Arabs
silently
turn towards The West1
kiss the earth on their hands
and mourn the country
where they no longer live the sea
weightless the nights volatile the earth
fluid
where their ancestors
lit the blithesome bonfires of love




1 In Arabic, Al Gharb; the lands known today as the Algarve.

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