The honest wind delivers ashes to a tulip.
The somber tulip delivers nectar to a bee.
The exhausted bee delivers income to a family.
The rural family delivers convenience to a Jinni.
The talented Jinni delivers magic to a body.
The curved body delivers blood to a face.
The clotted face delivers seed to soil.
The torrid soil delivers milk to a tree.
The loose tree delivers shade to a spirit.
The aged spirit delivers secrets to a stranger.
The trusted stranger delivers a package to you.
Burned, I deliver you to the wind.
© 2009 Khaled KE Mahmoud
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