When it comes to "bladi", it is hard to pay her back. However, I did find a way. In fact, I am going to offer this poem to my Blade which I love certainly. Moreover, I offer it as well both to "watani sarir" Doukkala" where I grew up and to my Mom who is always in my mind.
Yesterday everything was great
Falling leaves and a haunting ghost Some letters did not arrive, And some got lost. And a sweet past dream did still survive
The mailman was so vile Even my pen ink got sterile
Yesterday everything was great
The morning breeze waked up already And dressed up a new garment teasing a red-face rose lady Guiding some pious chuckles roses to their convent
Behind a buzzing of pursuing bee Steadily sailing like a disk of frisbee
Yesterday everything was great
The summer is sweet and great And treshing machine and a flock of invisible heat
A sparrow, boastful and deceitful The sun rays melted the sickle's sweat He sneaked up on and robbed a grain of wheat, after a futile day, laborious and dull.
Hopefull, this little effort will be appreciated by my Blade have fun everybody, malikalhazin.
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