God a wind.
When He moves me
like this, like this,
angels bump heads with each other
gathering beneath my cheeks,
holding their wine barrels,
catching the brilliant tear,
pearl rain.
Love, a tree.
When it moves us like this,
How can our soul's limbs not touch?
Hafiz -- A Year with Hafiz
1 comment:
Beautiful image -- the colours and tone are stunning.
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