
By Meriem Cherif
Speaking in my sleep,
I call to names unknown,
In this subconscious state,
Ideas turn to stone,
And, yet, what will remain,
Once my eyes give a flutter?
My storage of ideas
Close down behind a shutter.
By Meriem Cherif
Speaking in my sleep,
I call to names unknown,
In this subconscious state,
Ideas turn to stone,
And, yet, what will remain,
Once my eyes give a flutter?
My storage of ideas
Close down behind a shutter.