The moon's in tune,
Stars turn on
And clouds drape themselves
Around the sky.
Terra cotta sebsis sizzle
With Rif Mountain leaf.
The muzzein and the night's prayers
Buzz in the mosque.
Fog drifts into the room.
His anxious heart echoes
The drumbeats from the medina
As his brain unfolds.
A circle of swallows
Spins outside the window.
The air thickens with fiction
And sorcery.
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1 comment:
This poem proves that Tetouan is a picturesque city, it has specific beauty, but it is also offering property situated among pomegranate, orange and cypress trees. With one of the oldest old towns in Morocco where local traders sell traditional crafts in the intertwined streets with its marble fountains, royal palace and orange groves.
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