Human traces blurred,
covered me
and then,
followed me with sympathy
As I was convicted to my last wish
As the Road I was taken,
seemed to be dark and long
almost in a twilight,
painful memories
still alive came back,
through pale colours
Haunting me
to the glorious sacred land
Curving me
like a dwelling sword
through a hurled flame
by crumbling away
all your pieces
to my unconquerable spirit!
By Mina Boulekou
Copyright Mina Boulekou 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem