Poem by Sihem Cherif

The poet in me

The poet in me
Never sees harm in thee
whoever would you be
A friend or an enemy

The poet in me
Bespeaks the shrubs,
For serenity hugs a tree
strokes the caps of waves
when they wage a war with the sea

The poet in me,
sinks in hypersensitivity
Could never control
The brook in those eyes
pouring silently

The poet in me dreams,
still dreams of the house on a farm
where lights never fade
still dreams
Though ages made a wide stride
And my route to the sky
Has reached a proximity

The poet in me
Has got a crimson heart
swells when happiness flows
And ebbs with melancholy

@ sihem cherif