Save the
white cloud in the corner
keep it
unchanged, as is
even if It’s
not a bed of rose petals
where lust
quenches its thirst.
The drops
of dew in the morning
You
shouldn’t expect to be diamonds
because
when formed on new leaves
caressed
by dawns first sight
they look
livelier than a pearl.
And when touched
by a dove’s wing
you don’t
feel flame but light instead.
The little
camomile flower in the corner
covered by
grass leaves and morning kisses
you can’t expect
to change
for it
could not become an orchid
So even if
the world where I am living
seems strange
distant and far to you
please
give me a place in your planet
love me
for what I am
unchanged
in your heart.©M.P.
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