What am I without you?
A bag of bones;
useless.
A restless heart–
stopping just.
A cry unheard,
a sob.
silently packing way
into oblivion.
disappearance.
to unknown: nullity.
What am I without you?,
so see towards me.
Grant~
A Look
That may last an eternity.
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Before I wilt
Crush me
On your Palm
And let
My fragrance
Diffuse
Into your Skin
And be carried
Through your Veins
So that I
Dissolve Utterly
Into what
Is Ultimately
Yourself.
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اَلْحَمْدُ لِلهِ الَّذِيْ خَلَقَ النُّوْرَ مِنَ النُّوْرِ وَ اَنْزَلَ النُّوْرَ عَلَى الطُّوْرِ فِيْ كِتَابٍ مَسْطُوْرٍ. فِيْ رَقٍّ مَنْشُوْرٍ بِقَدَرٍ مَقْدُوْرٍ عَلٰى نَبِيٍّ مَحْبُوْرٍ.
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Painting by Freydoon Rassouli– an Iranian-born, American abstract surrealist painter.
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