Pretty Young Wife - Poem by Walid Boureghda
Like a gentle leaf falling in an autumn morn,
Like a smooth snow falling in a winter day,
Like in a spring eve, a subtle breeze adorn;
Like a glittering star falling in a summer night.
Like all of these, I consider you to be.
You are the real shelter for my miserable heart,
In which I can find true confort and warm
To all the terrible journeys I had from the start.
Listening to the melodies of your song,
And apprehending the words you focus on
Makes me believe that you do trust in the love
Of a mother to her babyborn.
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