midnight in the garden of peace

international poetry antology
I bless the smell of death
If it is for this dirt
did you love
It was more than that
I feel unconscious
between two palms
The first scattered roses
The second plays the melody of immortality
It's like this hoarseness is a musical note
lost from the cut
I wanted to play it a long time ago
are you breathing
You are an antenna above this earth
Watery... wine...a nd a piece of bread
are you alive?
Addiction to your perfume makes me feel
circulating blood in a vein
Who are you?
I am the shadow of that fugitive cloud...
Who are you?
I am a dream written on paper
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