She came to me last night,
with her scythe and dark clothes,
her face was pale and bony,
her mouth and eyes were deeper
than three infinite black holes.
She looked at me, fiercely, silently,
her gaze glared me,
I shuddered, I trumbled, I cried..
She took my heart and thumped it,
then she nailed my soul
to the cross of pain..
Lastly, she kissed me and said :
That's all for now,
Next time,
I won't be late.
Hafawa REBHI
Tunis, 20/04/2009
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