The Dream of Infatuation

 

 

 

No love but Wherever held a place and I don't see

for me other than that a homeland and a location

My homeland all nights long is his home

As long and as far away he gets,my love is where he stays.

And when inhabited earth embrace us

its moments are populated daily.

No difference between her north and south

as they are bearing greeting to my heart

And they are pressing my knowledge and seldom

time preserves the custody of my heartbloods.

And if I cry, so I cry from the fear

That our infatuation is just a dream

And maybe the significance of our intention.So I cried out

from before we shed the tears from our distance.

 

 

AYOUB SARR

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