The moon, a hollow
Saint Jacques shell,
whose kernel
lovers
and language figures
had wasted through the flow
of time,
came
to this eerie pond
a dry vagabond -
now a dweller
of the surface deep.
© LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUN, September 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
The moon, a hollow
Saint Jacques shell,
whose kernel
lovers
and language figures
had wasted through the flow
of time,
came
to this eerie pond
a dry vagabond -
now a dweller
of the surface deep.
© LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUN, September 3, 2016
