Azurite (2)

Eating figs here

Sweet day dreaming clouds

Wind in my garden of longing

Lonesome afternoons

One by one fruits melting

In my mouth,

Thinking of your look

I devote to broken memories

Pieces of past mirrors,

I see you there you exist still

So I have a happy smile –

But here I`m just collector

Of my own dreams.

Wind bells are singing 

Outside in balcony. 

nina nour *

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