Before I board the ship
Do take care of my plant
I once found it strewn in the lane of despair
Fed it with the ground of hope
I want it to prosper and enjoy some welfare
Before I board the plane
Do take care of this struggling little tree
Water it from the sparkling brooks on your forehead
Tell it
When hearts with love are fed
Diseases may vanish
Before I speak to the wave
Could you keep this pot?
One day it may get up
And its deadly slumber may forget
Just sprinkle some care
As pesticide
Some of the stories of yearning
A lullaby and why not a sad song?
And if I could never get back
Look in the drawers of my old abode
There you can get a pack
Inside the pack some tickets
Fly to where my body sleeps
Plant the oak tree by my vault
Plant the growing tree
Beside the decaying body
My soul may hover and remember
That like the tree I have buried the love of my country
With me
sihem cherif 22 06 2024
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