Traversing the forsaken hills afar,
Exploring earth's every buried place,
I stared lonely at that cerulean star
-- Pondering adages are fraught with grace.
In our vast minds, words are taking flight,
Tears are streaming down, silent and tender.
Each drop is a testament to the night,
And a whisper of the heart’s surrender.
Our souls do abide in our drawing prose,
As letters gleam with their swirling embrace.
Our dreams are often fashioned where life flows,
Etching their journey with soft and gentle grace.
Life adorns us with a scarf of love,
And dresses our minds in beauty’s guise,
We soar with beauty like the stars above,
Savouring our lives in joyous skies.
Written by Walid BOUREGHDA
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27/05/024
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