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The night rubbed its dark on my privacy

I felt its spark igniting my creativity
Its breeze stimulated my mind’s fecundity
No dust left in my brain galaxy
Its tranquility softened my agony
To give birth to a stream of fluency

The dawn lay in wait for the outcome
To be a witness of the happy blossom
And spread its scent in a splendid rhythm
That Echoed in the minds like an anthem
And excluded any feeling of boredom
Nothing could be said except “awesome”

Chaouki M’kaddem – © May 13th, 2011

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