The Pomegranate Flower


A lady

Wearing a red dress enters

She looks like a flower

With her green scarf flowing behind her


She's swaying

As if she's clung to thin threads

Coming down from heaven

She's a flower swaying

By the light breeze of the night


She passes by,

And her uplifting aroma takes over me

She has the pungent smell of a fruit


She walks away,

And disappears

Who is she?

I don't know

But I’ll remember her as

The pomegranate flower   


The End

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