Treasure Island

Atef Ayadi


Forty Letters to a Woman–Sixteenth Letter


I will not change.
I will not back up an
Inch!
Not even for a second!


The earth is still there;
The sea's saltiness is still there,
The natural disasters are still natural.

I will not promise you
That I will not change.

You drink from the sea,
You land on the land, or
You survive a natural disaster;

This is your 'thing'
Your life style,
Your hair style,
Your lips, and
Your date's dress style.

Human and god may vanish
But the universe will remains
The same,
Unchanged,
Unresolved,
Mysterious,
Big, grand, and giant,
A complex;
Indeed,
In fact,
Intact.

And I still
Will not change!

Submitted: Sunday, March 18, 2007
Edited: Friday, February 04, 2011

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