Persistence Of Memory Poem by Atef Ayadi

Persistence Of Memory

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Eileen left the town
One snow flake is falling
Vertically
Toward an oak tree yellow laying leave.
The streets are deserted,
Except from the cold.
I am looking from the windows;
My only escape.
My coffee cup is waiting for my hand
To warm it.
My young journal is afraid of
The shrinking table.

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