Atef Ayadi - Tropical Garden

Atef Ayadi - Tropical Garden

Her Face br Flatted br And smoothed out br To receive my face. br br Distance, br Time, br Cold, br My sweat, br Her whispers, br Her old br Whispers, br And br My troubled world br Made her face more flatted: br A deserted Caribbean beach napping br On a green wild forest. br br Mother Nature! br br One hand on the sleeping deepening into the sand br The other br Fighting the Beats of Sea.


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Uploaded: 2014-06-14

Duration: 00:37