بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

مرحبا بكم


Aug 5, 2011

Yet to come

When curse becomes bliss and,
When finger drops wash the mountain heat,
Craving for more brightness becomes part of a sorrow’s will,
Where rain becomes shelter, and summer breezes turn into mournful lullabies,
Kissing the shadow of the timeless feathers of mother Nature,
There I lay dreaming and writing,
There I lay singing and mourning,
While trying to imprecate the impregnable nature of something,
Yet to come.

Khaoula Zitouni

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