Love (I)




Till your heart begin to fly,

And your soul touch sky above,


Till the black bird die,

And you sing with the white dove,


Till the evil rose burn,

And all flowers become bright,


Till the deepest nights end,

And all your eyes see is light,


Till the dark star fall,

And the sweet rainbow appear,


Till the angry wind can’t blow,

And your sky become so clear,


Till all words your lips say,

Become one word called… LOVE.


Winter 2000

About RomanyJoseph

قليلون من يبحثون عن الحق، وقلة منهم جادة وأمينة، وهم فقط من يعبرون صدمة خداع ما لُقن لهم وحفظوه...لينطلقوا في النمو في معرفة الحق... إنها رحلة إكتشاف للموت وعبور للقيامة
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