God
pours light
into every cup,
quenching the darkness.
The proudly pious
stuff their cups with parchment
and critique the taste of ink
while God pours light...
And the trees lift their limbs
without worry of redemption,
every blossom a chalice.
Hafiz, seduce those withered souls
with words that wet their parched
lips
pours light
into every cup,
quenching the darkness.
The proudly pious
stuff their cups with parchment
and critique the taste of ink
while God pours light...
And the trees lift their limbs
without worry of redemption,
every blossom a chalice.
Hafiz, seduce those withered souls
with words that wet their parched
lips
as light
pours like rain
into every empty cup
set adrift on the Infinite Ocean.
Hafiz
pours like rain
into every empty cup
set adrift on the Infinite Ocean.
Hafiz
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