Suzanne Abou Said Daou - The Stream

boast O tired stream
your source is a mountain
your estuary's a life
birds' singing keep you alive
and an ecstatic hawthorn overshadows you...
with love..
flowers, and fruits...
by a boulder softened by your murmur
i spent a part of a day
wished i spent the evening too...
meditating starlets swagerring on your suface
and breaking up on your sleepy eyelids...
and catch fire...

Suzanne Abou Said Daou

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