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What pain
When the heart darkens gloomily
Thick clouds
come crowding my mind, densely
densely,
gradually.
What sadness when thunder shakes
the mountains of anguish in my heart
violently
violently it comes.
It destroys me,
this lightning
that gleams in the desert of my
soul
but illuminates nothing!
suleiman al-fulayyih
The late Suleiman al-Fulayyih,( 1951-2013) a Saudian-Kuwaitian poet and critic, was born in AL-Hamaad desert located on north of Kingdom of Sau
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