The Tempest

Darken drops on the rainy road,
No one is walking in warriorhood-
People are pacific, peaceful.

Dreaded dots dull on the dresses,
Vicious wetness dresses the wadded jackets-
Probably, everybody stirs one’s stump.

The one out of danger is me, the dull,
Against weather I need no warranty at all,
But how about the tempest in my breast?

Benyamin Bensalah

04.12.2017

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