I do not know why
of all the jasmine bushes seen
only the two in my childhood’s two front yards
the naadan and the kudamulla
remain in my memory, bittersweet.
I do not know why, of all those faces I’ve seen
only yours, the two times I saw you, remains to make my heart
break.
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Very like the renowned Borges !
so lovely a poem! has the delicate fragrance of a mullapoo.
Borges!
Ty Reena!