A Dance with Wanderers: A Poem by Ikbale Bouziane

It was a dreamy autumn’s evening. In this land, everything dances during this time of the year. Unlike in my rocky country, the golden leaves irresistibly sway with the breeze down to the fertile soil. Some of them would proudly hold up to the branches awaiting the gentle rain to rinse them away. In this land, even leaves make their …