MEMORIES
It is you who told me
about dry twigs
that are scattered:
not so long ago, you said, a pair of parakeets perched on them
then made love
not long ago, you murmured, flowers bloomed on them
spreading fragrant around you
not so long ago, you whispered, butterflies also swarmed around them
hunting honey
(Original poetry. All rights reserved -- © Zaim Rofiqi)
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