Absence
closed garden
On the earth inclined
a friend follows
the air movement.
Only the bird sings
the return of jasmine
on the horizon
of the sun on the earth.
Absence
Scent of Oriental
By morning who flees
the wilted flowers
embrace the sorrow
of a garden forgotten.
The sky trickles...
but the rain beads
are not worth
the softness of a hand.
~ 2016 © M2L
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