Looking at my lotus flower

You were looking at the lotus flower

In my hair, so dreamily,

We were flying as children

On the wings of time and ignorance,

Smell of loneliness, of space and freedom.

Silence and lotus white blossom,

You are piercingly looking at me,

As if I m a star, a book, a planet

That you are willing to discover.

You looked down innocently,

When our eyes met in a mystical ray

Of azurite light.

Light from the future. 

nina nour *

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