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Jun 2014
My heart was harder than a stone,
Yet when she touched it,
It melted; so did my bone.
Through the eyes she reached it,
The touch was warmer than the moon.

Crazy am I since that noon?
When the sun fiercely shone,
Drawing a view on her face,
Beautifying the whole place,
As an everlasting boon,
If she did not disappear that soon.
Written by
Salmane Driouch  Marrakesh
(Marrakesh)   
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