Ayoub Mzee Mzima Poems

I won't pretend that by looking with my eyes that I am actually seeing.

I won't pretend that by hearing with my ears that I am actually listening.
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He sat,
Alone,
At his lone table,
In the far and dark corner,
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You are my storm,
Those towering storms
That blows in this cup.
You are my unrest,
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Reality leaned over me,
Her warm bosom urgent on my familiar breast, she breathed fresh metaphors, and I imbibed her hurried need. Imagination seduced I with quintessential emotions.
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Like a weak fleeting ray of light in a uncertain dusk.
It's gone.

Like a faint trace of perfume in a stranger's lounge.
It's done.
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