Sweet Fragrance Of Yesterday

a dry flower on the work table.
reminiscence of yesterday's sweet fragrance.
a love that breezes into an opinionated encephalon
like a sweet dream.

that old love song from oblivion paying a visit
to the drudgery of classroom
like a butterfly that lost its way
from a beautiful garden
fertile with meaning and situated before history.
(can all the alphabets of the world be a substitute
for the memory of honey that you carry, my dear?)

a torn page
is all that i have to give you.
a torn page
is all that i have to give you.

a lame child makes an arrow with it
to launch into the future
where unknown events linger expectantly
for stories of........................

by burny peter

Comments (3)

A passionate reflection of another time and place! An excellent composition.
'that old love song from oblivion paying a visit to the drudgery of classroom like a butterfly that lost its way from a beautiful garden fertile with meaning and situated before history. (can all the alphabets of the world be a substitute for the memory of honey that you carry, my dear?) ' Nice one!
Well-told - an excellent write. Warm regards, CJ Heck