Sweet and honey like
Greets me each morning and night –
Unsure of their name
Sweet and honey like
Greets me each morning and night –
Unsure of their name
Between the two mosques
Sea of colourful tulips –
Seated, he sketches
Glistening in the Sun
Just larger than bleeding hearts –
Beak moist with nectar
Jasmine scent lingers —
Although not in a garden
But a moving train
Of flowers and fruits
The scent is pleasant but brief —
A warm waterfall