“You rush to smell the jasmines and see the falling dew of heaven. A divine scent, you sense in the breeze. Verses fall out of your soul. You know, this poetry has to begin. A new thirst awakens you. Every word turns into a prayer.”
“You rush to smell the jasmines and see the falling dew of heaven. A divine scent, you sense in the breeze. Verses fall out of your soul. You know, this poetry has to begin. A new thirst awakens you. Every word turns into a prayer.”