Under the new Moon,
As I was flying high
Above the Mediterranean,
I happened to meet
An accident
With a mountain
Of shrouding clouds
From heaven.
I lost the track
In the enchanting trail
Of a familiar smell
That I was mad at, once
A thousand years back.
No more blood;
No more sensation
In the radiation of warm flesh
I want now yet another reborn…
©Atique
R.
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