Rita Odeh
2007 / 1 / 4
the scent
not the flower
is driving me crazy
~
first dew touch-
shlyly, the lily unfolds
her petals
~
still wandering...
over fields of chysanthemum
my old dream of love
~
the eagle s wing
understands well-
the language of wind
~
that full moon-
a coin falls into
the beggar s palm
~
strutting-
behind his shadow
a rooster
~
piercing
a distant frak frakkkk-
the cicadas ssss
~
fluttering
in the spider s web
~ may fly ~
~
waiting for the moon
to defeat that cloud
the lonely tree
~
in the wilderness
I found out:
love is green
~
sparrows go
behind the hill singing of
lost identitiy
~
I m hungry for you-
the sea whispered to the
subtle fish
~
a stone frog
in the public garden -
wondering who I am...!
~
in thr river,
the moon and the star-
hugging
~
misty windows-
lingering on the lips
the taste of pink
~
after a
long night...
the morning glory
~
lying as a cradle
watching christmas stars-
cresent moon
~
through darkness...
still spreading scents
that rose
~
filling the sky
the bluebird s songs
the fluttering butterflies
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