Pauls Assyrian
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From the minute I stepped
on my feet
Above your brown soil, Canada
I watched the sun swim
in the blue lake
Set fire to my chest
And make my dream come true
What happened, my love?
We met without an appointment
At the airport in Toronto
We exchanged red kisses
As if we are lovers of this snow age
That melted by the heat of your lips
And together we ate the last cup
Farewell to the dark ages
from Iraq and Syria.
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28/8/2021 Windsor/Canada