a dry flower on the work table.
reminiscence of yesterday's sweet fragrance.
a love that breezes into an opinionated encephalon
like a sweet dream.
that old love song from oblivion paying a visit
to the drudgery of classroom
like a butterfly that lost its way
from a beautiful garden
fertile with meaning and situated before history.
(can all the alphabets of the world be a substitute
for the memory of honey that you carry, my dear?)
a torn page
is all that i have to give you.
a torn page
is all that i have to give you.
a lame child makes an arrow with it
to launch into the future
where unknown events linger expectantly
for stories of........................
burny peter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-fragrance-of-yesterday/
