Since lying
and even till survival
where she looks at her night
where that ashes spread from her side.
and the fragrance of the smoke
that mixes with our breath
that turns everything
in between fingers
and gently hit her heel
falling in the elegant wind
drawn by atoms of air
like a musical script.
I love playing Guitar
I provoked a touch of strings
I imagine at that moment
how do my hand travel
behind the tufts
of her hair
and finger prints from my
fingertips sparks in clarity
while touching the hair
on your shoulders exits..
Oh a love hour brings us together
in our encounter
even when we are idle
give me the calls of insimnia ..
Tarek
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