I never looked back to the past
I walked to tomorrow
Covered with clouds and light rain
Listen to the rhythm of life
As if I was born at dawn
And I did not ask about those who shared
My stray dream about those who flocked
In the pulse of my wounded song
Those who followed the rhyme of the anthem
And they woke up a slender flute
in the folds of the soul
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I never looked back to the past
I walked to tomorrow
Advance step by step
In the paths of the dream a child is hurting me
I step and proceed with a smile
to the light in his eyes
Clinging to the wing of a song I soar
Behind questions overlooking the absence
I chose
of the flock of metallic faces
To stare into space
And to hasten to reside outside me
So that I can see my shadow there
clear at sunset
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I never looked back to the past
I walked to tomorrow
From a first cry
Like the shoes of those who passed by
From the ancestors of my language I was born
I was born from the womb of the deserts
Thirsty to dew
I took the shawl of the wind in its wanderings
And I drank from a waving thirst
On the cheers of range
But I never bowed
Nice cloud crossed
The wasteland of the soul and the distant yesterday
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I am the heir of wandering and memory
Residing in my free absence
Trapped in a snare
I am the keeper of dreams from tomorrow
I will fulfill my first desire last
I take sides in Lilly
To the dusk of the wilderness
Residency captivates me
in echoes
understated
from carrying the burdens of existence
Nothing matters to me
To touch in my imagination his spectrum
A ghost showed me
Whenever I talk to my face
In the mirrors of my loneliness at the watch
Ali Al-Hazmi