Dona


I’m thinking about your eyes
and the night it pampers them
with a kiss
I’m thinking about your smile, —
and your furtive smile
makes my day a poetry
a cascade of flowers is aroused
in me enriched in a Dona-Aurora’s scent
to spread out the sound of love
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The Inoculated Canaries