Fake World Poem by Nadia Baazioui

Fake World



What color is the sky?
What language speaks the bee and the fly?
I no longer believe in my own eye.
I no longer trust the sunny wether in the sky.
Nor do i trust your fake smile.

Sunday, February 13, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: believe,sky,trust
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Nadia Baazioui

Nadia Baazioui

Morocco, Casablanca
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