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When he left the metro station, he didn’t know where to go. Then his sight fell on a large column with hundreds of printed paper scraps stuck on it. At first, he thought they were romantic ads or invitations for fun, since there must be lonely hearts in this city. When he took a closer look at the printed scraps, he discovered that they were poems, all written by the same poet. What was curious was that they were called ‘Airborne Poems,’ which was a beautiful title, and many of the poems were lightweight. They were, indeed, airborne poems, and some of them drew his attention, including a poem of just a few lines.
‘As you come and go, your face glows,
the smile never leaving your lips;
as if Spring were eternal and the sky knew no rain
Take then my poems - flowers
picked from the
