Her Face <br />Flatted <br />And smoothed out <br />To receive my face. <br /> <br />Distance, <br />Time, <br />Cold, <br />My sweat, <br />Her whispers, <br />Her old <br />Whispers, <br />And <br />My troubled world <br />Made her face more flatted: <br />A deserted Caribbean beach napping <br />On a green wild forest. <br /> <br />Mother Nature! <br /> <br />One hand on the sleeping deepening into the sand <br />The other <br />Fighting the Beats of Sea.<br /><br />Atef Ayadi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tropical-garden/
