Heart in pieces

Camille Pissarro, Le Repos, paysanne couchée dans l’herbe (détail), 1882,

It's almost a disappointment!

I see the paths disappearing

Their furrows remain luminous

Toward the air that cries out the traitors' offense

I gather my thoughts for a moment

Each word still resonates

Toward the hope that invigorates me

If every dream comes true, however

I still hear that cry in my verses!

Is this surrender before the walls?

Now pierced by all relentless aggression…

And resilience colored in my galleries

Love blossoms with secret syllables

It is the revolt of my indignant heart

Raised toward the winged path, like steel

And for this love, it offers itself in fragments

Hamid Misk scrittore