The geometry nobody can grab

Round and open
Broken and hungry
No single word call tell
How the heart
Today
Lays.
Formulas and text
Can tell only briefly
The molecular dynamics
Of that fractal residence of hope.
No scientist or professor

Can grab
The geometry of the heart.

Pure green

Escaped from the lab coat,

Devoid of ask analytic tools,

I dive into the garden

And let geometries of leaves

And flying perfumes surprise me.

They narrate a story

Written only for me

That will take me away

For the most precious moment of the day.

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