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Phone Call

.

Z. Azzabi

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Last time I phoned you

I’d a hunch after you hung up

That I touched – unintentionally- a very deep and sensitive string in your

soul

I thought of that tune

*- Maybe you shouldn’t go that far*

I kept saying to myself

If so

I’m sorry

But I’m still convinced

That if you leave to the other side of the moon

Your place’ ll be a vast black hole

I was watching the sky that eve

There was a smart cloud

That looked like a very known painting by René Magritte

I said to myself

Nature already started copying some 20th century painters

She’s probably out of colors and ideas

Ten minutes later

Magritte was gone

Only the sky

The empty sky

I was sorry again

For the second time that night

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love it 25 يوليو, 2012 at 11:33

i just love the way you choose your words keep it up one day im sure your going to break tradition in writing

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