Childhood like a wild animal rises up
That on my sick reason feeds
Reason that was by a serpent stung
But, the fruits of this garden I often sip
« return.
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| by Bilal Hamamra | |
| Published on: Aug 7, 2008 | |
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| Type: Poetry | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=21491 | |
| When I a glass of wine have, Childhood like a wild animal rises up That on my sick reason feeds Reason that was by a serpent stung But, the fruits of this garden I often sip « return. |
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