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Sep 2014
Beautiful mosaic
Of a fragmented heart
Made of clay and
And broke apart.

Parched by drought
What more brings rain
to remembrance
of the Belovedโ€™s name.

It is in my silence
that You hear
how my burning thirst
mouths a drought of tears.

Hearts pump harder
when we bleed, as
Absence sounds the hollows
Of the waiting reed.

Into enormity of emptiness,
the vastness of the beloved to disclose
The sweetest water ever sipped
โ€“ by the lovers parched and longing lip โ€“
is the fragrance of the wine red rose.
Phosphorimental
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Phosphorimental  D.C.
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