Hither and thither We sit and stand in this mysterious land From the cradle to the grave many times we spent As community or individuals and often as one band Startling moments with a real acknowledgment With no lie or betraying nor we pretend Gordian knots we lived with a real implement Till the last breath however we never descend We resist, we crawl on all fours to leave our carved imprints We skip and fall then we cry and laugh till we well-stand To feel glory and sniff softly the fragrance of scent In a very green spring full of daffodils in all the trends Race and jump, scream until your over-extent To feel how lord is great with by his impartial command On the all the unfeigned believers and innocent infants . Soufiane Rafik / Warrants of a Merely Life ; 2012 .1st/ Ed
Posted on: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 00:41:15 +0000
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