God
pours light
into every cup,
quenching darkness.The proudly piousstuff their cups with parchmentand critique the taste of inkwhile God pours lightand the trees lift their limbswithout worry of redemption,every blossom a chalice.Hafiz, seduce those withered soulswith words that wet their parched lipsas lightpours like raininto every empty cup
Monday, July 6, 2020
Hafiz
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