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Walking slowly into the dark
I feel so good within the black,
The coolness of an April night,
Vanishing shapes, bottomless sky.
For witness of this late wandering
So far away, the weak starlight.
Silence around, a darken pond.
My steps amazingly so loud
That they made stop the frogs' song.
For some moment, the time slowed down,
Bringing an interlude in life:
Through what was left of the landscape,
All blurred into sullen disguises,
I was also left to my mind,
As a sunflower in the night,
Turning back to its inside.
Within this moment, out of time,
I surely felt the starting life.
This invisible air from outside,
Was so serene and was so quiet,
That it nurtured my deep inside.
Back to myself, I had found Life,
Deeply sparkling through each disguise,
The tree's, the bird's and also mine,
Revealed, though covered, by Lady Night.
Delicate scent of a timeless place!
Promise of the bliss, to breathe...
French Tries
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Sadiqullah Khan (5/10/2008 5:41:00 AM)
the words loose meaning when sliping from your tongue, , , , , so is the delight of those gifted with the voice of pretty birds... |
Abdelmajid Seghir (4/30/2008 2:48:00 PM)
well, here you're just like me i can see myself in this really! !
i just read the lines and say: oh gosh this is real! !
i truly loved it! !
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