Where does the real poetry
Come from?
From the amorous sighs
In this moist dark when making love
With Spirit
Where does poetry live?
In the eye that says, "Wow wee,"
In the overpowering felt splendor
Every sane mind knows
When it realizes-our life dance
Is only a few magic Seconds,
From the heart saying,
Shouting,
"I am so Alive!!!"
Hafiz
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