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Nov 2017
As I look back into my life
I think to myself:
"I sped when I was a boy. I sped
To out-distance time."

And when I look at the dark-green rocks
In my neighborhood, by the azure docks,
I say to the rocks :
"I go. You stay. You stay for the winds
To breathe upon thee."
(c) LazharBouazzi, November 10th, 2017
Lazhar Bouazzi
Written by
Lazhar Bouazzi  Carthage, Tunisia
(Carthage, Tunisia)   
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