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My Egypt

Dipped in orange

wrapped in a thousand colorful cloths,

are you my fairy tale,

my longing.

Captured by tender veils,

from scents and tones,

never known,

very familiar,

I strip off what I know to believe.

Indigenous habits

and educated prejudices

dissolved,

like kissed morning dew.

And dancing, in rustling silk

they combine to form a symphony

from the sounds of ancient cultures.

Stange famliar present,

and a boundless love,

that knows no national borders.

»Ehab«

»Baba«