vase of dried flowers—
why keep sniffing that dust?
all around us, souls in bloom
*
in the mirror
of the divine, every face
the same face
(Divan xiii)
November 19, 2014 by Rosemerry
vase of dried flowers—
why keep sniffing that dust?
all around us, souls in bloom
*
in the mirror
of the divine, every face
the same face
(Divan xiii)
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged equality, poem, poetry, soul | 1 Comment
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The first one has a smile in that second line for me, but that third line brings it home.