On transmigration of souls and specifications - Hafiz Through the open windows, fly flowers, dreaming – Butterflies, hiding everywhere, shedding - Wings. Breeze, in the due slow process, learns – The language of hearts living the silly dreams – Of a navel only soul can translate, Fluttering wings from millions of years; affects – The sensitivity of the stars to cause, carbon, Light through troubling noises and silences, Comfort skins of strangers- From bone to bone, Cell to cell regains the memory - Of thousands of years, churning them; to cruelty- And brilliance, of both poetry and war.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Jul 2013 23:55:05 +0000
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