A Feeling
A night
hosting my strange dream
I’m dying
for my landing
near you O dear!
Here is a voice
Can you hear it?
stealing me
to try to meet your eyes
and carefully read your face
How come you could
be taken for a stranger
O dear!
How come I could hoard
this feeling
of your being so close to me
so closer to my heart
than its own beating..!
C. O
Voices from Beirut
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