The love of hearts
It was a day of silence
to the Acacia tree
departure writes down
secret deed
in the lonely heart.
Memory became
the guard;
for the last hour of dusk.
And Love is in the refugee camp
under hunger’s surveillance
After death
now I am in the study room
of medical science.
Having failed in
scientific experiments
there was the court verdict
for keeping in the hall of eagerness.
And I saw in front of my eyes
the laughter of love of hearts
and my arms and feet flying away
and turning into birds.
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