Wordless Poetry (of suffering)

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Sigh

Mother tongue of the soul
a sigh needs no translation
universal breath

Past words
over their heads
quietly heard
noble air

Melancholy music
played by the spirit
on the harp strings
of the heart

Sighs escape
unguarded

Proofs of endurance
evidence of excess luggage
plaintive protests
wrapped in acceptance
wistful winds on wings

From the depths
to the heights

They hover in the air
rise and return
in the form of rain
when clouds sigh, in turn
and wash us clean, again
with their tears.

—y. Lababidi, author of Learning to Pray

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