*Whispers Beneath the Straw Hat*


Beneath a hat of woven light and shade,
She stands, where silent mysteries are made.
Her eyes—twin stars in dawn’s unspoken hue,
Hold oceans deep, yet calm as morning dew.

Her gaze, a flame that neither burns nor dies,
But lingers soft like dusk in summer skies.
No storm could sway the stillness in her face,
She is the echo time forgot to trace.

Her lips, a rose not plucked by fleeting hands,
Whisper of lands no traveler understands.
And in her stance—so poised, so subtly free—
She wears the weight of grace unknowingly.

She is not merely painted, but revealed,
A dream the artist’s aching heart concealed.
And though the canvas holds her image near,
Her soul resides in realms we’ll never steer.

So let her stay within that brush’s breath,
Beyond the touch of time, beyond of death.
A vision framed in quiet, tender art,
A muse that blooms in every watching heart.

Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI