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Fatiha Morchid

A will

To Lamia’ the female


To you my little daughter
The ringing of the murmurs
I silenced
The sad laughter
I drowned
The ecstasy of  scents
I buried
When my youth wandered away


To you
All the paths
I never trod


All the waves . . .
I never struggled with
Fear O my dear
Is the sailor’s enemy


To you
All the fruit
My hands forbore . . .
From picking

A WILL

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A will

To Lamia’ the female


To you my little daughter
The ringing of the murmurs
I silenced
The sad laughter
I drowned
The ecstasy of  scents
I buried
When my youth wandered away


To you
All the paths
I never trod


All the waves . . .
I never struggled with
Fear O my dear
Is the sailor’s enemy


To you
All the fruit
My hands forbore . . .
From picking

A will

To Lamia’ the female


To you my little daughter
The ringing of the murmurs
I silenced
The sad laughter
I drowned
The ecstasy of  scents
I buried
When my youth wandered away


To you
All the paths
I never trod


All the waves . . .
I never struggled with
Fear O my dear
Is the sailor’s enemy


To you
All the fruit
My hands forbore . . .
From picking
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