Shooting 3

About four white jasmine,
placed on each petal
rouge, her lips,
her lips,
roared at night!
Callers of angels
cried invoking
his beloved star,
today, is part
Bello that the Universe,
I cried every night
I remember it was,
delicate, turbulent …
Ahhh, these poets are
sometimes so eccentric!
His verses, powered flying!
in volcanic leaf
Night and desperate
Ink groans and spills
from the corner
runs his fingers,
Wild and overflowing
their memories of her,
poetic and insomnia,
no rests therefore
not the poet,
night she expected,
to be convened
in this universe, a star?
No future tear
basted in shock!
shining in the sky,
and his verses? Ah yes, they
will continue burning in these leaves
for others to fall in love
and do not miss … The Spell!
And callers? …
They applaud the Sky
and those jasmine petals,
aromatic launched him kisses
and perhaps exclaim loudly
Desperate verses that,
wrote in his absence! !

By Hack Deutsch

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