Beauty grows into the sky
Like falling stars,
Like banana flowers
And patchouli oil scent.
Pulchritude of these souls
Is made of love and tenderness,
Charm and freedom.
Behind each move
There is a notion,
A rhythm, a long set of meanings.
The sky is full of stars
Which shine and shimmer
Like hot milk,
And night birds
Sing restlessly.
Gracious songs
Of birds and insects
Fill the air
In a jungle
Where we meet
For our first date.
Shukra anthem
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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