Love
The Sun is flickered by the
flights,
the day is coloured by the
wings.
In our palms – like
butterflies –
lines cover our fates it
seems.
The mystery’s waving in
the sky,
the air is full of scent of
myrrh.
An hour-glass is playing
light.
A play-boy clings to
sapphire.
Our feelings moved by
nectars,
the flower world is fully
scattered,
to eternity a gift has
access –
by the kiss we both are
captured.
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