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joi, 25 iulie 2013



A voice in purple tunic,
Travels on the wings of Fire,
And the wet flames,
Knock at the fiery passage
Of my soul !
It hooks the sensational boat,
And drags it into the ocean of dreams.
I touch the mist of desires
With my arms stretched out,
To hug the unseen,
And to kiss the unknown.
The tiny droplets resolve
Into the clouds, that hover the ocean,
Dribbling the rain of love
To quench the thirst of my LOTUS.

Hanook Gohar,

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