Became the share of fish,
All that was said about you, life;
Flowed with my roaring river to the sea.
I do not exchange my past for a past,
Nor a present for a present,
I barter with you, O coming days,
For what was destined for me.
Well!
Let us come to an understanding on the abyss between us.
Art Installation by Amir Khatib
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