The wakening [Archives:2005/907/Community]
By: Yousef Al-Aater
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Eve can have the man she admire
The wood-porter danced with the lass
The poet had the naiad in his bed
The maiden is no more by the scrutinizer
But all these trials I didn't let pass
When my animalistic urges contented
The stars were still radiant
The ocean was still affluent
And the wood was still abundant
My pleasure was much to be described
Because I had my sanity satisfied
With the stars my eyes were confined
To the surf my ears had listened
And the thorn I sniffed
Eve can have the man she admire
And at this time
The thing that went astray
Is now at hand
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