CINNAMON BOUQUET
poet translator
Swollen clouds greys
in night blues
hang heavy above my head
ready to burst
their cinnamon and orange blossoms
sprinkle their bouquet in my cup of tea.
The delicious aroma lifts my spirit
places it upon the heavenly azure,
warms my bones
and lull me to a peaceful sleep.
A delicious melody floats,
I descend into the abyss.
