Fragrance of Madina

this love

reminds me of a kite

the innocence of childhood

the child is owner and witness

together yet distant

united yet longs

loving you is like admiring

a red kite

while I hold the string

I can’t touch it

I am simply admiring

joyfully

as it sails in the wind

It brings joy

but I do want to hold the kite

which I claim is mine

I’ll never let go of this string

I’ll never forget the fragrance

of madina

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