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GALLERIES:
Angels Without Gods
(Paintings)
BLIND
POET
Like
Blind Poets they try to define God
by
touching the air with outstretched hands.
They
search in vain.
For
God, like the fog that passes over them, is invisible
And
with the soft moisture of His forbidden kiss
…
the droplets of His presence
dry
in the scorching sun
and
leave them parched with thirst
in
a dry forbidden land.
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