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It is Dawn
A Poem by
Mahmud Kianush
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It
is beingness,
And being here in the world!
Why do you want to know
The
mystery,
the purpose?
It
is dawn
Serene and sweet is the air:
Like
my heart
Every leaf of the trees
Has a crimson green pulsation
With
a fragrant, gentle breeze,
In
the shimmering hum
of
the silver light,
And
soon the sun will rise!
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2006 K. Kianush, Art Arena
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