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Jan 2016
He is not a sheep
Nor is he the shepherd
He is not the clay.
Nor is he the sculptor
He is not the painted face
Nor is he the golden mirror.
He is no jewel
Nor is he the blindness of its glitter.
My beloved can take a million guises
The sparkle of each coloring me a different color.
Written by
fariha  India
(India)   
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