I shall take flowers from an expanse
To scent the freshness of a chance.
Through night of tenderest romance
Ruin of change will always pass.
There is a reason for my song
In movement of old days bygone.
I am writing for sweet poetry’s attraction.
In irreverse of timely stream,
Fingers did not know creak of nib.
Would godly trilogy not dim
As signs of awakening redeem!
While awaiting,
Cooling line of sky,
I’ll start new day by new retry!
translated 15 August 2021
Note: the neologism
irreverse is a noun.
Scent of chance
© Copyright: Айжан Сакеновна Мухамеджанова, 2021
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