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