Amine YACOUBI

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En mai, je relève le défi de 31 jours de course en soutien à l'hôpital pour enfants de ma région:

Chaque jour, plus de 5 000 enfants reçoivent des soins dans un hôpital pour enfants au Canada. En m'appuyant, vous contribuerez à financer la recherche qui sauve des vies à l'hôpital pour enfants de votre région. Les fonds pour la recherche sont plus que jamais nécessaires, et votre don permettra aux équipes de recherche de découvrir de nouveaux traitements plus doux pour les enfants.

Montrez votre appui en faisant un don maintenant!

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My poem : Coma

Thursday 26th Mar
@amineyacoubi34

Coma Tonight is the last step on an infinite stairs, the final sigh¹ I miss you Omar mosque, do you miss me deep, beep.. beep.. I miss you mother, speaking to your gravestone and cry Planting flowers around you, water it with joy and weep², beep..beep.. In Ramadan I eat less and love you more Remember your smile and I become sure God will let me see you again, and cure Open paradise and let you in, from any door I miss you ezzahra beach, the two horned mountain standing high Since I left you,  flowers are plastic, the butterfly is a photo doesn't fly I can't interpret chameleons signals carried through my nerve supply Chameleon field  gives no honey, thorny tree has only thorns to reap³, beep..beep.. The magnetic wind is too cold, the cut I feel, I don't know why All the secrets they hide, the two-time⁴ they try to keep, beep..beep.. If you love you lie, if you don't you die Your dreams are standby, until you smile to the clown and glorify  If you deny, in a coma you seep⁵, beep..beep.. To have the full moon was my first dream I signify  Moons trough dark clouds can never peep⁶, beep..beep.. No trust in the past, all faces are ghosts, time dimensions multiply  When a virus yawn a crisis, fat prices, in my life twist a tie My dreams million pieces as a glass fell steep⁷, beep..beep.. One envious two three infinity, dirty pie in the sky Before I say g’bye, I cut the Wi-Fi, I want to tell thy⁸ A starving lion is a lion and a fat sheep is cheap, beep..beep.. In this galaxy the sun is dead, all stars are cooling, all airs are dry Escaping the moral entropy, is the energy I need out of the sty⁹,  In Tunisia is my grave, near by my people I sleep, beep..beeeeeeeeeeeeeep                              Amine YACOUBI            Montréal, November 07, 2025 1- Sigh : a deep prolonged inhale and exhale of breath; as when fatigued, frustrated, grieved. 2- Weep: A period of shedding tears. 3- Reap: To gather by reaping : harvest. 4- Two-time: Chameleon, Hypocrite. 5- Seep: To enter, depart, or become diffused gradually. 6- Peep: To appear as though emerging from a hiding place. 7- Steep: Rapid, excessive and extreme. 8- Thy: You. 9- Sty: A state of Great confusion, disorder and mess.

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