Love is a Phoenician breeze,
Purest abjad of Tyrian purple and royal blue,
Pillow bearer of golden consonance between kings.
Love is a Phoenician trader over deepest-sounded seas,
Far-blown nomad that still wants for the thunder of golden drums
And the rain that comes in rounded vowels of water.
Because love has no tribe but is the purest nomad.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC
Love is a Phoenician breeze,
Purest abjad of Tyrian purple and royal blue,
Pillow bearer of golden consonance between kings.
Love is a Phoenician trader over deepest-sounded seas,
Far-blown nomad that still wants for the thunder of golden drums
And the rain that comes in rounded vowels of water.
Because love has no tribe but is the purest nomad.
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