The allure of the night,
The soft morning light cant explain away.
Her enticing body draped in a sheath of blue.
Those beguiling eyes; kohl lined eyes.
That velvet smile
The half moon rising from its belly.
A quiet, stilling beauty, no sparkle, no stars.
Bare, despite the darkness that surrounds her.
Bare, the heart that rests in her, curls in her,
Smiles at her nudity, and its own.
The soft morning light cant explain away.
Her enticing body draped in a sheath of blue.
Those beguiling eyes; kohl lined eyes.
That velvet smile
The half moon rising from its belly.
A quiet, stilling beauty, no sparkle, no stars.
Bare, despite the darkness that surrounds her.
Bare, the heart that rests in her, curls in her,
Smiles at her nudity, and its own.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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