Jan 2011
The secret, a sprout deep under ice
Unveils sunshine, cold winter gusts
and last kiss, I feel, sparks in your eyes
Silence of the meadow grows up my feet
Prevails stillness, fading steps, our last waltz
Unveils sunshine, cold winter gusts
and last kiss, I feel, sparks in your eyes
Silence of the meadow grows up my feet
Prevails stillness, fading steps, our last waltz
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Inspired by an old Persian poem:
Whom are instructed divine secrets
Their lips are sealed and are sewed, forever
Inspired by an old Persian poem:
Whom are instructed divine secrets
Their lips are sealed and are sewed, forever
(Atlanta)
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