Yassin's Poems


If a live coal,
Before its glow dies,
Gets a little breeze,
It will rekindle into fire.
I am really surprised -
Every day in my city
It is windy,
But the live coal in the hearts of the people
Is not aflame.

1989 by Yassin Aref

January 6, 2008

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