Undress
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Adeeb Al-Fateh
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Let me learn to be the poem of your desired life
Let me learn to be you-
A silent word or the embroidered hand
In the blue jeans of poem
Let me wear the pink goggles in the dark field
The open sky or the closed horizon
Let me do survey in your heart
Where the butterfly died before thousand of years
The lantern is no more in the gypsy eyes
Where I swim everyday to sip the liquor of dream
Along with the twilight Azan you fly more away
Grinding the west stars within the harsh sighs
Let me learn to be the loneliness
Or the sky of far away hedge
Or the poem of your undress
© Adeeb Al-Fateh
April 21,2026
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