When I Was Walking in Beirut! Audio



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When I was walking in Beirut. 


REFINED RAMPANT 



RUSTICITY,
CRAVES ON A 

 CREDULOUS CALL.
Torrent turbid 
tranquility,

Settles the sensation of 
the soil.
Abundant avid aridity,

Describes the destined 

 design .

I walked the streets of 

 Beirut today...
Then I imagined...

Is the unbending 

 traveler that 

 credulously 

 struggles to spread 
havoc;
Wherein I cannot 
uproot 

 the stench of foulness 

 within the gravitating 
surmise.
A wrapped-up gift 

 explodes and 

 everything 

 is thrown behind.

And when the gravel 

 subsides,

The righteousness did 

 to glitter sounds of 

 enemies to hide.

Was this the Beirut I 

 know?

Was this not a scary 

 vision of the mind...?

Never! the voice 
refused...

Forever the dream of 

 life survives.

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