Decision
E Eman Elbadawi
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Golden Leaf
Driving
In the boiling streets
Walking on a burning thread
In a desert of emotion
Tired
Of hope
Near dead
The heart
With a cold cold rope
Hanged on
The smoking leg
Shall I go on
When I sure know
The sun
Won t make a motion
The air
Will not just stir
What if I see the water
Run reach and get
Try hard forget
And how to choose
When I can t see
When no one knows
What it must be
True vision
Or
Just illusion.
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