Poem for Feyrouz – L’Orient-Le Jour

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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