The evening path ends with a blue tree
when your voice perfumes our villages
older than all songs
older than all poetry.
So we will meet your face
on the corners of every street,
behind all doors and words,
in the eyes of all the children
and we will follow your shadow
between the paths and the mountains,
between the reflections of the clouds
and the echoes of the night
so that the moon always watches over your country.
Poem published in the collection
“Before You Close the Doors” (2023)
Nabil ABOU-DARGHAM,
aka Sad Poet
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The evening path ends with a blue tree when your voice perfumes our villages, older than all the songs, older than all the poetry. So, we will go to meet your face at the corners of all the streets, behind all the doors and words, in the eyes of all the children and we will follow your shadow between the paths and the mountains, between the reflections of the clouds and the…
