Mar 30, 2009 21:06
These must be joyful tears of gentle rain
for when as-Shams does follow in your train
the glimmering arches of ribbons form.
These vapor arcs bedeck your misty veil
are hard to reach, I stretch, to no avail;
for they, like you, were never in my grasp.
poetry
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Your words, like you, are so beautiful.
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