Shattered in our image
It all comes out in the end to the empty paths
Passing by the prairie night
Imprisoned with blurred visions
I as in irony
Unlocked the cemetery of answers
With the key that clasped close to heart
Embracing love
The Sufi twirls
In the spontaneous creation of untitled voices
From the sky of lost kites
I am
Questioning love
If God didn’t create the universe, then who?
And “ Yet “
All I am thinking is just a little Hafez…..
HSK
aka darya
