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Make this want wither,
O Rain!

Dig a brook hither
In my vein,

And plant on either side
Of my pain

A score of dancing
Bluebells.
(C)LazharBouazi
  Dec 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi
Khoi-San
Waste
deep
underneath
the
moonlight
in
tidal
waves
tumultuous
  Dec 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi
ryn
Come morning
their innocent eyes would ask
the most difficult of questions.

My heart would stall.
My tongue would stiffen.

And my eyes would answer back
with tears.
Lazhar Bouazzi Dec 2018
I
The rain falling now
In Carthage
(A nectar
Of rainness)
Is like the grains
Of couscous
Made the day of
Celebration.
II
In Carthage now
The scent of rain
Is like the sound of
Pain
Memory has lost
To imagination.

© LazharBouazzi
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