God Writes Me Poems
God writes me poemswith every sunset.The trees, stretching uplike the hands of the whirling Earth-Dervish.Oh! When will I…
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God writes me poemswith every sunset.The trees, stretching uplike the hands of the whirling Earth-Dervish.Oh! When will I…
The sun itself gets light from your face; Why, then, is your face still veiled? The years pass…