Sirocco Winds Poem by Rafik Romdhani

In love with the dark 'n with the light
Yapping gusts from the far South
Swishing to 'em the hem of the night
Blow and blowlike no other mouth

Hold on! there is a child in the stubble
collecting dry dreams under the sun
And hollering ' Hey dude! Isn't it probable
That the roundabout Couscous is done?

It needs more gusts in gas chamber I can tell
You know the bread under the breath ofhell
It doesn't matter if you wait beyond waiting
Or if all your roses wither at a ghibli blasting.