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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