A DRY BREEZE
Poems by Anwer Ghani

A Dry Breeze

That evening with its breeze has planted in my soul an unforgettable tales. I don't like crying and as any man, I wish to fall in a deep love, but you can see my tress and my lonely streets. I am a man from the ruined land. My dreams were killed as a beautiful bird and my smile was stolen in a bright day. I am standing under these remnants as a shadow without feet or head. I try to cry and always attempt to wash my bitter heart, but the stormy wind is constantly coloring my soul with dry breeze.

The Anonymous City

We live in our earth under the wings of Azaalan. It was my grandfather’s rivulet, where he had trenched it in an angry moment, so our souls were filled with warm songs. Despite all these purity in my skin, I am as well as any Iraqi young turning my eyes toward the anonymous city. I want to die cheaply, and to live in humiliation in that strange city which filled my heart with a colored loneness and an incisive coldness. 

About the Author
Anwar Gheni. Jaber, the pen name "Anwer Ghani", is an Iraqi poet and writer. He was born in 1973 in Alhilla city. His name was appeared in Peacock, Otoliths, "Algebra of Owls", "The "Year of the Poet" and Tajdeed. Anwer Ghani is the founder of "Expressive Narrative’s Group" and the chief editor of "Arcs" an expressive narrative’s magazine.  He had, in Arabic, forty books in poetry, literature, and religious sciences. Here is his website; https://anwerghaniwriting.blogspot.com/p/blog-page.html

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