written by: Chahra Beloufa
Lonely flowers now are better in status than me,
Their image of resting in nature
Imposes their loneliness!
Each rests near the lonely buds of the other one.
But what of me and my emptiness,
Which I did not find it a metaphor or words
Based on a worthy register’s core!
A flower stands by alone, captures the eyes of its beholder
Then it goes fragile, silent but delights the keeper!
As I am amused enough to get lost,
In this unquestionable silence.
Pardoned as I wished it to be.
Shall I name it a dilemma, or a voluntary mystery?
Whose wish to obsess my muse,
And make me blind to refuse,
All sorts of comfort provided,
By the silent moon,
And the explosions of the boisterous despair’s tune!
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