CHILDHOOD

From a bullet hole

In the heart,

Bequeathed to me by war,

I set up my eyeball

And leave it

In my soul meadows,

O splendour of my soul,

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Childhood draped with rainbows

And kidded by butterflies.

A poem by Khalid Khashan   Translated by me Lateef Dhmayd

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