There, behind the window,

unknown silhouettes

watch the flame

caressing their faces

cross, cross the path

be a leaf, just a leaf

and twirl far away

There, beyond the river,

small scattered houses

on a hillside

gaze high at the stars

cross, cross the wave

be a boat, just a boat

and travel far away

to shores of sands

where unknown words bloom

cross the horizon on wing

and join the suns we haven't seen.

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Cécile Oumhani