Poem by Sihem Cherif
How shall abate grief
Shall I dwell in my smothering reality
shall escape the glades I tread
Like the holy virgin
Shall turn to my holy dome
My soul with prayers, I feed
Ah, The tyrannies of the past
The pillars of a dark sky
could never tell
How shall grief last?
For whom tolls my bell
I need all the power to endure
shield me from the clouds
That sneer
The dusky dawn saying
That you are no longer here,
saying that you are no longer here
@ sihem cherif
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