My Teenage Love - Poem by Atef Ayadi
I did not grow up
or if I put it correctly,
I did not awake yet from
my teenage love.
I always, stay
waiting and than watching her walking
few yards in front of me.
I did not wave or say a word not even Hi!
I still do that.-
I loved her face as she was silently walking
or silently talking.-that time I did have the psychic of listening-
to a talking phenomena.
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