POEM Olives

The clouds came like a monkharp. Tukitaki Sharzizol
Away from TeamTeam, Quebec Municipality ..

One-on-one winter with a curtain. Two sips in coffee
If you lose that December,

The balcony is shy ..

Cold breasts make up the past. Jump in the window
That's all the love yarn,

You said 'far-off pashmina'

Don't stay them. Whose fault is wrong-
Holiday afternoon jumps, telescopes ..

There was water on the side lane.
Make your boat with paper

Behaq leaves for Khatare -

A snowflake, or an olive near a kiss ..

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