We shall meet in winter
At the rail station...in Baghdad
Two strange sparrows,
Wet and shivering,
Under the rain,
Migrated from the farthest south
At the corner of the Gulf.
Nestless; we've lost our home.
We've lost all the addresses
Of our friends.
There remained alone
Known to no one but the rain .!
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