Wanderer, Worshipper, Lover
I am the wanderer
the worshipper,
the lover,
a thistle bedizened
roseate deluge
gliding across the oasis,
each of my petals
secreting scents of
scarlet seduction
I am the wanderer
the worshipper,
the lover,
my hymns
brim with luminance
well before the
golden orb ascends to
crown the Syriac date palms
and cast its gaze upon
the apple of my
jet black eyes
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