From my ash I fly----By Najet Adouani

It is about my freedom in a country try to cross the fire towards its futur

 

 

I am not afraid of empty-ways,

Because, they give me back to me,

Alone in the dark path I walk,

Towards the impossible,

I draw the flowers of the next spring,

Over the shawl of an old hope,

Was sleeping in the box of time

My grandmother is still there on that hill,

Explodes her feelings on the sunset veil,

Sings to me her preferable song,

Sending to me her braids, to climb them,

Towards me and her, outside this chemic,,filthy-world….

--- play with your cat mom, and sleep in my love's fur……

I can polish distances by myself

Reviews

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

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