By Ikram Abdelhamid Benzouine
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By Ikram Abdelhamid Benzouine
Morocco World News
Rabat, January 23, 2013
She lit the fainting candle
In the midst of a tempest
For longing she couldn’t handle,
Her drowsy eyes wouldn’t rest
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“He’s coming”, she sighed
As if hope never withers,
As if her heart never died
Despite those throbbing years
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She opened the drawer
Embraced his dim bouquet
His scent was all over
His laughter was everywhere
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She suddenly sobbed,
Like a weeping cloud
As the candlelight faded,
So did her wailing sound
