That winter day, How dare thou give me
your love poems if then I wouldn't be
the soul of them. What's the point of showing
me your ribbons if thou are not letting

me decorate your golden threads with them.
Why did thou made your talking my favorite
symphony if know only an infinite
silence has remained from thee.

One day thou told me that in our life we
run like a river but i didn't think you'd do
it far away. You know what thou could do?
let me breathe without feeling your fragrance

Let me see my future without the presence
of your shadow on the road to my happiness

Oumaima Remmal