There in the inert earth

Lies no boredom

Albeit the dead stillness

Just before a storm.

There’s no sand at present

That blinds your eyes

But there’s a sudden outcry

A lyrical concert that explodes

At times

Red rocket taking off into the

Deepest blue

Music with sudden pulsing

In the clouds

Orange-red formations of

Sunrays in double reflections

There’s only love yet in rashly

Meeting minds

Invisible hands electric

Allusions of high desire

Picking your clothes

As if a garden of mature

Rose petals in full bloom

Messages in the bees erratic

Crossroad’s flight

The city’s air laden with

Sweet promises of Jasmin scent

From your imaginary Muse.




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