Posted by: Ron DuBour | June 29, 2016

chiaroscuro of flames ~by Ziauddin Bulbul


 

 

chiaroscuro of flames

On the chiaroscuro of flames
thirst of your transparent hands
As if like the essence of oak, as if like rose.
Or is it like the pungent of death!

The oldest winter has appeared.
Before desiring the crops birds have turned
As soft white pieces of water;
And so are the words ; a little sun
Deity’s charisma, thereafter the brumal,
and trees,
Besides we’re as if
created by the morning breeze.


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