The Lost Words

He wrote a little love poem as he often does in the evening when he think of her and his poem faded away in the empty virtuality fortunately he still has a divine memory it's like he turned a new page He smelt her scent even if she was not there only the full moon was there full of light and hope he came back to the sadness he did not felt neither bad nor good when the poem was lost He start to compose it again he knows by divine science that the words of a poem will fall back one day or another like a rain on smart children's brains these smart people would probably say these are the words of a lost poem wiseness will never be lost it is a magic inspiration if not a divine crasiness let say a joy came to that friend of the good happy is the soufi dancer the song gave him the suitable ecstasy on this drop of water called earth the poems last in the air forever !