Eeva Maria Al-Khazaali 

POEMS 1-7
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I was given this night,
this that lands on land
and doesn't give up, the diamonds of stars
are not visible
in the orange glow of light pollution,
come and teach me how to forgive, all,
to return back home, the uterus of the cosmos,
the shores with deep black stones, in the fingertips,
so that I can believe again in the testimonies of love, the connection,
that rises on the pale face cruel like an illness,
this night is endless, so please put your glass down
and look at me.
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The study at Castle Road
In this room I have a window to the street,
this composition, from a girl's face
to a woman's face, towards that window,
a glass of water and a smoke.
In this room I spend the chilled nights
searching for a pure observation, a language
to tell, a song to enchant
when the morning rises early
over the grey streets, hangs
a thousand forgotten ones on the sky.
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It is a short travel in the distance the eye cannot see, 
closer.
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A woman in white walks before me in the plain. I cannot reach her.
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I want to kick
the stars of the sky.
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My God,
let me love.
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The sun, that rusted tin button was taken 
from the sky to the hands and stared at in a terrified look.
My love, the skin rots and falls off.
It is not weirder than to see 
the limits of everything; the empires falling.
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Eeva Maria Al-Khazaali is an European feminist poet and an artist.