Atef Ayadi

The End Of Day

Like a young cloud
Is trying to catch the storm
My life is on the run
Never reaching
The big storm
Or resting
Like a tired dune.

At the end of the day
Rain and sweat
Dust and heat
Draw my new face
To catch the next day’s
New storm

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 7, 2005
Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 26, 2006

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