They flow red

looking into an old man's hands, I felt inspired

These rivers has a reverberant spirit.

A spirit that weaved into the famous tales

that choreographed

symmetrically, asymmetrically.

Mirroring the loops of time

only to break into linear outbursts,

only to comeback into the looping

and break it

once again.

symmetrically, asymmetrically

they choreographed.

piercing bulkly their detours through the clayish canvas,

signing their biography

with bold lines,

they shape their destiny

to shape us.

They flow heavy.

They flow red.

they flow decades.

Signing voluminously those respitory years of rythmic echoes.

I do not speak of the earthly rivers.

I speak of yours.

I speak of mine.

Those are in the shaping,

molding their solitary incarnation .

Author's Note

Noticing an old man's hands veins , it like noticing the life carving it's prints on us.

Reviews

[Asante]

This was extremely vivid, and highly metaphorical. An amazing write, if I may say so myself. I've nothing bad to say about it. Great, great work, Latifa. :)

[Latifa]

oh ! thank you so much :)