I Met You in My Poem
I'll see you in every blow of prayer.
That fly without wings
toward the eternity,
And I nevertheless did not find you.
I saw only the florets.
Growing on a branch of frangipani
as parasites - maybe.
But fragrant aroma,
intoxicating kissed on my poem.
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