The Children

Those many children running in your space,
Have you named them
or shall the gardens do it?
those green children
climb from the pit
or do they descend
from the mountain top?

These very tiny children
I see now like fish
of many colors
in the fishbowl of space.

You are their water.
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Qasim Haddad
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