A Honey-Fragrant Note

A Honey-Fragrant Note

A honey fragrant note beckons me.
Closed eyes, I sigh to its gentle invitation.
Breezing through the core of my identity,
I let it carry me, I wish to merge.

Oh, what hand plucks this ancient string!
My heart resonates in sympathetic still.
Helpless to the divide of Time,
my only weight,
I can only follow with the hope of return.

– Maral Siegel.

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