The Valley Poem by Atef Ayadi

green

and flowery

valley

the moisture

heats
up

the cliffs
and the dormant hills

the valley

is another

place

to feel the escape

and feel

the nature

of

the valley.


as i walk through

as i touch the ground


as i make my way up

i feel it is made only for me


if i can
claim the secrets and maps
of it own irony.


i live in my heaven
when i cross the valley
of a woman

while she looks at me

with an eye
of the sun.