Please Permit Me This

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Inflict upon me flowers
birds of unknown feathers
sunlicked raindrops hung
from twig tips. Let my lips
taste bee-heavy breeze
nectared with peace
as in an imagined courtyard 
in Persia, before ever war
came into the miniscule
hearts of its mongers.
Pistachios, melons, pomegranates,
cool tiles, a poem interrupted
by the laugh of a loved child —
a fountain, playing. Cliche
you say? But let it stay
untouched in the fields
of time unmeasured
where grace and kindness
still bloom, where life
can open its own rose
in its own season.

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