Friday, January 15, 2016

gazal--

-sometimes  with morning light, other times with dusky  darkness have  I  spoken
-softly quietly  mentioning  your  name to them
-when my  heat  throbbed  for  a  beginning  of  life
-turning  away  we  spoke  to  death
-the  moon and  the  stars  communicated  sometimes   with me
-with time  and  space  endlessly  have  I  spoken to
-to see the  condition of  the  expressive  face
-talking  at  times  with jet  black  tresses  about  you
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