There comes a time
When your eyesight is alright
Yet your eyes cease seeing
You exist but you cease living
Every Cell in you ignores living
When you cease hoping
When you cease feeling
What makes of you a human being
Only your soul keeps the door ajar
Waiting for faith to discard and mar
The evil side in the human character
For a fresh sprout to split the ground
Wave softly in a dance with the breeze
Slit the darkness and establish dawn
Among falling dry autumn leaves
To bloom them into colourful flowers
Spreading a life refreshing fragrance
Pumping in your cells a new life desire
Teaching your eyes to see life essence
Relying on your intuition and experience.
Houda Boukassoula
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