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Woken Untimely
A Poem by
Mahmud Kianush
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Woken,
Perhaps out of a dream,
I found my room
Sunk in pitch-darkness;
My glances ran away
From the window in terror.
The heart had asked the eyes
To fetch me a pitcher
From the spring of dawn,
But it was still night,
And the demon of darkness
Had not left the road.
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2004 K. Kianush, Art Arena
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