AZIZA DAHDOUH
And..
what is this heavy
rain for
To moisturize the
thirsty soil
Or to heal wounds of
the soul
Don't ask many
questions
Rise your forehead to
the sky
Then cry as much as
you can
No one will recognize
your tears
They will think that
They are just drops
of rain
Crossing your cheeks
towards earth
The soul is heavy
with dark clouds
But sooner sun will
shine
And rainbows appear
again
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Everlasting Life
Wen -di the brave
dragon rider
Went on adventure
Left his soft wife
alone
He climbed the
Chinese high peaks
In search of
immortality
What he discovered
later
Life is a short
journey
No way to everlasting
life
He decided to go back
Following his
footprints
But the old dragon
couldn't go further
So tired for such
adventure
The dragon was weak
Obliged to settle on
the peak
And face his destiny
Then Wen- di said to
his dear companion
No way to stay
isolated
I should go back to
my wife
And live the rest of
my life
In love and harmony
He walked down for
long days
Till he reached his
beloved wife
He found her on the
verge of starting a journey
She had no time to a
farewell party
Just waved her hand
And left searching
for a miraculous plant
That brings back
youth to her face and body
Poor Wen-di again
lost his beloved wife
He missed to
remind her
The lesson he learned
from his journey
Life is not measured
by the long years
But by the precious
moments they shared
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~•
Near The Tree
I am a lover of
nature
What am I doing in
the city centre
In my room all is
artificial
Even the air the
conditioner blows
Depending on electric
energy
What a disturbing
sound!
Near the tree...
I can breathe fresh
air
I can wander in the
garden of my dreams
I can sing with birds
and dance with butterflies
I can read my
unfinished book
I can converse with
the writer and the heroes
I can give the story
an end of my choice
I can simply feel
peace
I can dig a hole and
plant another tree
For a dreamer like me
Who will enjoy the
shade
And write a poem or
paint on canvas
My đ˛
tree I planted once
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The flower doesn't
complain about its short days
The flower counts how
many times it amazed
The eyes
AZIZA
DAHDOUH
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