Spread the love

Gather the pieces of my heart
Make them a paste of clay
And mould a charming creature
Even angels will be spelled to love

Roast it over a crackling fire
The heat will serve as a reminder
That the sweet scent of the mud
Must satisfy emptiness

Let this suffering
Find a home in loneliness
And quit the beating of my heart
So it has affection for none

Else, let the scattered heart
Lie helplessly in vulnerability
So it’s unable to heal
And escape from the darkness…

©~F. Abul Himma

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