Sunday, September 18, 2011


a Poem by Hafiz

The moon is most happy when it is full
And the sun always looks like a perfectly minted gold coin that was just
Placed in flight
By God's playful kiss
And so many varieties of fruit hang plump and round from
Branches that seem like a sculptor's hands
I see the beautiful curve of a pregnant belly
Shaped by a soul within
And the earth itself and the planets and the spheres
I have gotten a hint
There is something about circles the beloved likes.

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