THE NOCTURNAL BOUQET Poem by ALEK VUKADINOVIĆ

THE NOCTURNAL BOUQET



Ali the world's guests much hated
To dream of God they're fated

Ali around is evil hour
Sheltered solitarv flower
Blossoms there in its bower

Blazing brightly dawn does shine
Silence rarified divine
Does upon the world decline

Poor flower its peace preserved
Its fragrance wafts unobserved
Dispersing and yet conserved

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