: The Writer
Mohamed
Cherni
…The moon looks like her
I have seen the moon strollin around ,
the light was coming out from the sky
And from under neath the ground ..
I have heard a soo thing smooth angelic sound
Coming from behind my imagination
And from behind the horizon bound ..
İt was such a wonderful surprise ;
“I be held the moon, cloaked in human guise.”
She’s looking like the moon’ oh no guys
Yet, the moon was looking like her eyes …
The ice that was covering my soul had been melted
Since she smiled to me ..
Then, every inch in me stood still to recite loudly
To be her lover or not to be ‘
Love is a golden cage that jails me never theless
Still I feel free ..
The Writer :
Mohamed
Cherni
Tunisia
