By Frieda Shutman
I remember that wonderful garden
Where I eagerly walked with a book,
When magnolias all of a sudden
Showed me unforgettable look.
The incredibly beautiful roses
Mildly smiled with their pale petal lips…
Like a bride when her bridegroom proposes
And the Moon before its full eclipse…
And the strong lilacs smell made me drunk
In that heaven of marvelous plants.
Through the wormhole dreams I was sunk
Holding five petals' luck in my hands.
15/08/18.
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