Hicham Astaifi

A question often asked
When meaning in words is masked
Myself I ask..
Why do I write?
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on the rainbow I stand
I sway
a shining light from the sky
a deep dimension under my feet
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please read me
I am neither a poet
nor a philosopher
I know nothing of
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like a lily
watered with care
It grows a moon
no darkness in the sky
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a world of words
I speak none
a world of good
I do it all
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