Ever since I was a baby Ever since I can remember My mother always told me Dear child, God is not for you to see

What can I tell you? Shame on you. You do not hear me. You cannot see me. But, there is no other way. Silence is

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if you touch it you’ll break it me if you look too long it will crumble my lie and if you take it my dear,

The merciless knots of life have tightened their limbs over my aging heart as I have denied myself of this capture. And now, I have

They are from Persia But they are not cats Or pistachios or carpets They come from A land of mystery A place not so well-defined