Silence
the silence
of the blossoming flowers
the fragrance
of the unknown flower of night
the henna of the earth
that spread out from the bare foot to the knee
when you are passing on
narrow dusty ways
the sinking sun
that is resting on a tree branch
in a lonly island
the tender moon
as a hidden handy lantern
that come along with me as i proceed
a poem
without interpretations and punctuations