Was God
Persian first,
shaping
Paradise?
Gardens were
works of art
when nature
meets a thoughtful mind.
Is that how we pair
heart’s lost and found—
a kiss you meant,
scented reward for a dish?
Pleasure-shelter,
divine treat—
a song’s pen,
nectar in her
rubescent lips:
if there’s a garden,
let her craft
delight and ease
in timeless pause.
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