Chahra Beloufa

Melancholies and poisonous breaths affect
This prudent heart of hers…
Spring's instant inconsistency succeeds
To spray her poetic world with a word
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Leave me alone,
The play of negligence is made of two acts;
The first opens with a chorus,
That finishes in silence,
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Some friends are created to show you
Who is best?
Loneliness or lies' test?
Yesterday, I had a strong belief
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I did not yet acquire some sweet readers,
To confess how loved my art lives free!
When I will die,
My soul will pass away
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He wishes to be there
For the reason I am aware
That I shall enough dare
And wish all happiness to share
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To whom shall I describe the intensity of a poet's love,
Who can understand the language of my soul
the severity of its role,
to cure my honest curiosity
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My days today are busy with this bitter emptiness,
Which has been crowned with your absence!
Your voice is no more present in my roaring pages,
Embroidering the world of my young poetic ages!
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Neglected she cries:
Nothing equals my love to my unloved self!
How shall I dream of its continuation?
Taking a dying rhythm...and an occasional threat of words,
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Distance chooses a tyrannical strategy
To molest the heart who loves with waiting!

the heart will move; to evanesce;
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Do I know selfishness,
It is something which can never be modified,
yet, poorly intensified...
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