Poezie
Bling
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Mediu
I have time for chirping noises; for the motion
of the hot cloud
above your head
I have time for golden threads of bobbin
from the bones of the men skull
I have time for the Lhasi drink and
the tea from the porcelain samovar
I have time for the cleaning of nostrils from
the dust of men flash burnt
I have time for the blings in your necklaces
and the heavy rings
in five fingers in your left hand
I have time for easing hot head politician
and the stubborn Emperor
I have time for Noble Nobles and the Bards of Poetry
I have time for the Princesses, Queens,
and the wives of Prime Ministers
I have time for the song of the Peacock
and the murmurs of the wild beast
I have time for the zooming of the bees and
chirping noises of the Cicadas
I have time for the molecules of silicon
and the Carbon siblings of the Amethyst
I have time to hear the sound of the falling tear
and the white rose petal
I have time for the grass leaf and for
the tune of the crystals before the snowing
I have time for pleasure at the threshold
of Jasmine essence
and the powdering Nutmeg, Cinnamon peel
and the stone pearl
I have time my dear for your complaints
as I was kissed by Goddess of Time called Deana
of Zardushtian Pantheon
I have time to LOVE All; beyond the limits
of distant Galaxies...
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