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Слушать(AI)A Wooden Baton
The baton,
when one day used brutally by a cop, ran
away from his grip to a tree,
where it became a new branch
flowering with glee,
softly hanging, and began
offering its fruit bountifully
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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