Near the flowering tree  





‎I stand by the flowering tree all day long  
for a flower   
‎The flower soaked in cigarette smoke &  
flower kept away from gunpowder 
‎never fall to the ground in the yard, 
‎I stand near him…  
‎I want to drown in the river  
‎that is so close to my heart 
‎The eyes, busy searching for pearls  
‎after opening the oyster shell and  
impatient arms…  
‎they want some time in deep intimacy . 

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