Mountassir Aziz (Morocco)

Mountassir Aziz (Morocco)
Mountassir Aziz is: poet international and ambassador of humanity from Morrocco borth 30/3/61 Casablanca Maroc
-Teacher language arabic
-President of international forum of creativity and humanity.
-Ambassador of WIP (Nigeria) in Morrocco
-Membre and cordinator in Morrocco North Africa
Of Humanity
-Cordinator in North Africa of UWMC ( united World Movement children )
-Ambassador in north Africa of inner child presse
-He has 5 Books
-He participated in 4 poetry international anthologies:
– Atunis galaxy anthology 2019
– The current international anthology of English poem Festival prime India 2019
Love Morrocco by William s Peters Sr
– The Book of the Arab Writers
Winner of excellence Award festivalului international ,,CAMPIONSHIP,2019
A wounded bird
A wounded bird
as a deserted silence
He takes breaths
On his way to silence
On a tree without sprigs
Its leaves and fruits
have been stolen
He neither twits nor flies
His eyes are in the sky
on flying swarms
in pleasure
His stomach
waiting the sunrise
In the sun of sea
The sunset
In the coming of darkness
and the dew of dawn
He dreams of the jungle
and space
It is the healing of universe
doesn’t have a confession
with force majeure
Night scene
The shrine is a guide
and the hate of a dry trunk
collapsed by storms
and rains
His death dreams of death
Rejection of land
It has a trap and mud
He loved the sky
with its justice and purity.
Evening song
Evening Song
My heart does not turn prisoner
In the density of the choice
My imagination and my mind
In a limited corridor
In paths of shapes
The rhythm of desire
My song was like love
Risking everything
To come with a sense of poem
Such as the sun
On the walls
Starry silent
Spray the light
Like smiles of hope
To expel the pot
My mind responds
And come without excuse.
I am the flower
of your time
Don’ t let me
In the hand of the sellers
Keep me in the vase
of your heart
My fragrance is your love
And my color is your dress
My thorns are your guards
Don’ t let me
In the harsh hands
Emprison me
In the cage of your chest
Water me ..
I’ m planting in you
My thirst for life
You’ re my ancient dream
I flirt with you
In my nightmares
I erase the fog
Off your beauty
And ,with my thorn bouquet ,
I make a fort to protect you
I bury your sorrow
In Automn pools
And I transform
your tear
Into dew
For you ‘re
A wonderful dream
You’ re
childhood’ s innocence
You ‘re a prayer ‘s purity.

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