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Boubkar Chelh Aug 2015
The remembrance of an old lover’s night

As the leaves crush with each other by the wind of the autumn

In an abandoned street, your old love does with my weary thoughts

Nothing else can make them alive again

They became a light game of gusts

Your love is  odd as a Wild River

It doesn’t water trees or flowers,

Just thirsty animals

The frozen feelings inside the cold empty love

Don’t care anymore of  long nights

Spent under the rain drops, thinking of your impossible dreams

How can I explain my sorry about your meaningless story?

After my broken hope

I shouldn’t have met you in the yard of tragedy

 I still remember the long summer nights wasted under stars

Made my heart full of scars

Drinking some cold glasses of tea

Fused with the music of sughru band

Dreaming about the touches of your soft hands

Your disturbing days destroyed me miserably

As a weak bird lost his chicks

Singing a trite old evening song

While the falcon vanished behind the rays of the sunset.
About love

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