Exit. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Exit.



New as the sky was
She was.
Soft to earth
Was her birth.
I feigned hundred of mimes
To disguise my humanity.
Find her inner rhymes
My goal was.
See her blue seas
Down on my knees
Then seize to exist.
Exit.

Monday, August 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: birth
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