LOVE POEM

RABIA

PRAYERS

WHY THINK GOD HAS NOT TOUCHED EVERYTHING THAT COMES TO YOUR DESK?

TRUE, HE MAY HAVE KEPT THE BEST FOR HIMSELF. THAT IS JUST THE WAY IT GOES

DEATH

HAVE WINGS THAT FEARED EVER TOUCHED THE SUN?

I WAS BORN WHEN ALL I ONCE FEARED - I COULD LOVE

PRESENT

THE MOMENT'S DEPTH IS GREATER THAN THAT OF THE FUTURE.
AND FROM THE FIELS OF THE PAST, WHAT CN YOU HARVEST AGAIN?


THE SOUL DOES NOT UNDERSTAND THE WORD SEASONS. THE PETALS ON THE SUN CAN OLY BE TOUCHED NOW.

THE BEAUTY OF DRIED FLOWERS, HOW CAN THEY COMPARE TO HIM?

MAYBE IF I BROUGHT THE MOON A LITTLE CLOSER THE LOVERS WOULD ARGUE LESS.

I KNOW ABOUT LOVE THE WAY THE FIELDS KNOW ABOUT LIGHT, THE WAY THE FOREST SHELTER