Surrealism Xviii: Uninterrupted - Poem by Atef Ayadi
Melted with the snow,
And dissolved into water.
It is the month of March.
I have been taking by the stream
Through the sand, mad, and the limestone.
It takes too long to be
Thrown into the great lake.
It is too long journey
Since, I have been dissolved
Melted, and taken.
Eileen turned the faucet while
She is standing naked
For a morning shower.
I awoke up
As her body is splashed by water.
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