Zephyr’s Touch - Poem by Walid Boureghda
So early at a new dawn, I wake up fast.
A golden sphere in the sky with its shining rays.
A glowing sunshine warming up the light of days.
A yellow butter with honey always at breakfast.
A dripping pancake, today I prepared with a mellow berry
A melting chocolate I poured to have a sweeter flavour
An elated time for a shaving off with my electric shaver
For then, a butterfly is fluttering, scenting the flowers of cherry
A joyous moment just appears forthwith once in the while a day
When you hear the tremendous pace of a zephyr’s touch in May.
- Walid Boureghda
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