Look at me

regarde moi

Sleeping in a field of roses,
She spent her days blooming beauty,
The flowers hatch and she sings,
lived …
I asked her looking cracked
She smiled and taught me,
I knew love and she gave me,
Her eyes as an offering, her heart as a gift,
Her body vise of pleasure,
I discovered …
Her eyes lit up my repeated spleens,
I told Her :
Look at me and love me forever,
Look at me and let me wander, looking cracked,
Do you see those stars stolen from you,
Do you see, do you feel, do you hear?

Look at me and in your eyes trap me;
Perfume me …

(c) Moustapha Chein

Carnet de poésie



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