By Youssef Boudarka - Agadir
By Youssef Boudarka – Agadir
The long dewy winter,
One night amongst the few,
He sat in absolute lonesome;
Gazing at the blazes of a chimney.
His hands shiver in numbness pain,
To draw letters of a bygone era.
Busy nibbling at a juicy fig,
A kittie approached in fainted steps,
Dragging tail, skeleton figured,
Wishing to depart before winter.
The man lapped his kittie in a warm
Feeling of a mutual human tenderness.
He, then, began the tale of the night.
Once upon a time in the timeless space;
When immorality was the fashion’s trend,
I, too, had once that luxurious wealth
Offsprings were my ever-lasting spring,
Flowers of Juin, I coveted the most,
My dress reeks of primrose and jasmine,
I shall not decline I loved it all.
Even the early blows of the coming winter,
The yellow dead leaves on my yard,
The nightly whistling of the travelling wind.
Alas! a drip of rain awakened me;
Fixed my eyes at the coldness of life,
A throng of graces gone with the wind,
Left me alone with my own self,
Only commisrated by a poor fellow;
An angel like figure, consider to be,
Respite from pain, here I stand,
Waiting the dirt to conceal me all!
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