The ecstasy that settles...
...briefly in my breast...
...is not the real mystic ecstasy,
That is volatile like...
...the scent of jasmine...
...which shortly into atmosphere...
...disappears;
Ecstasy must settle in the soul...
...as long as eternity;
Just as a snow mass dissolves...
...in the mountain brook for eternity!
Mykoul
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