The thief of canvas

I saw a country embracing me 
With morning hands: be
Worthy of the smell of bread. Be
worthy of the pavement flowers
Because your mother’s oven is still on fire 
And the greeting is warm just like a loaf

Jamal Bdouma, The thief of canvas

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