Promoting Moroccan creativity in English literature

 In the stillness of darkness..I see you.. in the misty..foggy skies.. I hear your sounds.. In the roaring winds of change..I hear..your whispers..I feel you. .

  Ode to Litchi Beginnings in Casablanca Born in Casablanca, small and bright, A tiny soul, a spark of light. At two months old, you came to me, A life entwined, a destiny. I was your mother, friend, your guide, Together learning, side by side. We played and laughed, discovered new, A bond of love forever true. The Choosy Kitty Exigent, picky, your standards high, No food would pass without your eye. Yet cuddled close, you’d nuzzle near, Your trust was earned, your love sincere. You cherished warmth, my soft embrace, A quiet joy found in your grace. Cosy beds and couches deep, Were places where your soul could sleep. A Beauty to Behold Red-point Siamese with coat so white, Short-haired elegance, a pure delight. Your face, your eyes, wide, blue, and clear, Could charm the heart of all who’d near. Even those who did not love a cat Would stop, enchanted, and marvel at Your gentle charm, your subtle grace, The beauty shining in your face. Litchi before loosing so much weight A Playful...