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The Lost Words

He wrote a little love poem
as he often does in the evening
when he think of her
and his poem faded away
in the empty virtuality
fortunately he still has a divine memory
it's like he turned a new page
He smelt her scent
even if she was not there
only the full moon was there
full of light and hope
he came back to the sadness
he did not felt neither bad nor good
when the poem was lost
He start to compose it again
he knows by divine science
that the words of a poem
will fall back one day or another
like a rain on smart children's brains
these smart people would probably say
these are the words of a lost poem
wiseness will never be lost
it is a magic inspiration
if not a divine crasiness
let say a joy came to that friend of the good
happy is the soufi dancer
the song gave him the suitable ecstasy
on this drop of water called earth
the poems last in the air forever !

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