Like a butterfly
I fly
My broken wings
Silently ache
Within my soul
Bleeding every morning
I cry
I see my face
In the blue sky
Every single atom
Within my body smiles
Except my eyes
Are like a moaning fire
Feeding the bleeding wounds
Of my ageless time
Lonely I am within
Counting the flying nights
Searching for a dream
Within my broken dreams
Nobody hears
My growing fears
But my caring sorrows
Calling for tomorrows
To blacken again my little face
Alas! I'm searching again
The broken wings of my dreams.
Oujda 16/02/2016