Atef Ayadi - Tropical Garden

Her Face
Flatted
And smoothed out
To receive my face.

Distance,
Time,
Cold,
My sweat,
Her whispers,
Her old
Whispers,
And
My troubled world
Made her face more flatted:
A deserted Caribbean beach napping
On a green wild forest.

Mother Nature!

One hand on the sleeping deepening into the sand
The other
Fighting the Beats of Sea.

Atef Ayadi

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