The Broken Verse Edit Poem by Noureddine Ben Alouane

« farewell » is said but i ‘m now deaf to listen
to any voiceless void vowels that do glisten
on a white paper that is soon raped and stained
seeking some homeless reader to be maintained

o lovely paper! what i read on thee is not what i see
and i know that you are not what i want you to be

the broken verse is mourning the dying rhyme
and frozen words decide to slain their love
for farewell is nothing but a silent crime
so no rhyme for love no rhyme for love…