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Stranger

when I was living with you,
in our private spring,
covered by the warmth of your love,
your hands were always holding mine
or tied around my neck.
It was our country's spring ,too,
and the sun was always bright.
and yet, even then, my beloved,
I felt I was stranger!

yes, I was a stranger
to so much of the world.
my thought and mind heart
were so focused on my beliefs
and goals that
my eyes could barely see
and my ears could barely hear.

this is human's nature
even if we live together
in a crowd home and city
as long as our thoughts and hearts
did not meet
as long as our souls,
did not match,
we must be stranger.

at that time, in my Village
every night
in my solitary meeting
with the Moon
i would tell it
My story.

i am a prisoner now,
fearful and a lone.
there is no bright sun.
there is no listening moon.
I cannot see or touch you, my beloved.
they stoled our spring.
Now i am truly stranger.
2008 by Yassin Aref