Scent me!
For I need some
Of the spray of jasmines.
Sprinkle the fragrance of
Daisies
Around me!
Besiege me!
Transform the poems to clouds of nectar
Around me,
And shower me..!
I heard so much poetry,
But
Not as sweet as hearing you.
You turn the letter into a perfume
When it comes out from your lips.
So pardon me!
I am the mad of poetry.
Then accept
My madness…!
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