Exile
is a marigold
blushing luxuriantly
in the morning sun
luring turquoise bees
from the beehives
to suck their honey
Exile
is a melody
for the forgetful souls
in search of wider horizons
to cherish and conquer
A gold ring clasping
round the white finger, exile
is a memory of a beloved
bleeding somewhere behind the
high mountains
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