Steps. Poem by Abdellah Belhadj

It's a shining day
A man standing before a man
And the sunbeams deflecting by the leaves.
.
There's no one walking naked
There's no flood rushing steps away.
people clothes flying with wind
And the road barely carrying the heads.
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On which place I'm standing?
With which steps I'm walking into their hearts?
It's a shining day with warmer air
A man with wonder looking at my head.
Shaking mine to left
To the right he's shaking his.