Covet

Let’s not say a word

Not a single syllable of meanings, pleadings

Let there be no light

But just yellow flicker bulbs of kitchen

Let there be no fragrance,

But just the smell of something old, something bold

A mystery of secrets once untold

Let there be no song

But the music of our feet tapping

To your lullaby

To my humming

Let there be no reason

For there can’t be any

The night, the moon, the stars

Let the leaves fall where they may

And carry on.

 

Art – Djamel Tatah (France)

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