The Drifting Soul, (Poem)

By Loubna Flah

Morocco World News

Casablanca, December 22, 2012

Grain by grain

The sparse moments slip through my fingers

Like precious pearls that lose their gleam

As I linger

As I dream

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In that old cracked mirror I so disdain

I see thee

Frail frame in a shabby attire

Pallid eyes with no whim and no desire

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As I try to walk amid the crowd

The shuddered pieces pierce my skin

And I bleed again

And time elopes

Grain by grain

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Some morbid sounds

Come from nowhere

And stride around

And the remote echo of this mourning soul

Shedding tears in vain

Fills my spirit with awe and my heart with pain

And time, the silent witness

Passes me by

Grain by grain