Friday, March 15, 2013

Hollow Above the Cheek


In your house there are words but no speech,
It’s lost the minute eyelashes rest in the hollow above the cheek,
From this point on all is lost and found is the nectar of your loving grace...

The Song of the Sufi Masroof





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