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"Her Voice Was Like Feathers" by Souad Zakarani

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January 15th, 2026

Her Voice Was Like Feathers

by Souad Zakarani

The sound of her soul
Rained over me whole
Like a shower of feathers
In a field of cloves.
If she ended her song
I would sit in her sea
Missing her voice
For eternity.

I hear it still
Within my mind
A gift from God
Of the gentlest kind
Softly it touched
With each perfect verse
Matching the rhythm
Of my heart
Submerged in echoes
That will never depart.


About the Poet
Souad Zakarani resides in Casablanca, Casablanca-Settat, Morocco.
Read the poet's biography and Wax Poetry and Art publications on Souad Zakarani's Artist Page.

This poem is also featured in Comet #7, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.

Keywords: memories, soul, song, love

Previously published in Wax International:
Theft of Pride
by Irinka Schröder

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