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luni, 22 aprilie 2013



From the glistening shawl of night,
The moments of magical endearment
I take, to be the pearl for my necklace.
Away from the voices,
Growling in the misty forest of fleeting shadows.
My soul perch in a glowing niche,
This mystical place; where light surrounds me
Falling upon the mirror, my soul,
It scatters, and reverberates
On the purple canvas, that the colors 
of my being are dancing on.

The rattling ocean, murmuring thoughts,
Emerges myriad egresses in the wind;
And the lips of tranquility kisses my soul,
When the moments of loneliness,
Bring me the bowls of unfaltering delights!

Hanook Gohar,

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