Then sun accost to God and say, "May'st I arise, do let me raise?" And Lord respondeth to diurnal eye, "You may, the gates of East are open,
Lost in sweet melody, A poesy, the lunar song.
And then, along the lovers' shore, Upon the crispy golden sand, We, holding hands, shall stroll...
St. Macarius of Egypt مقار الكبير
New Photo "In the Fields" https://t.co/Lw8elbLd8n
Their swarm covered every tree, As tar doth flow and flood the streets; And sinkest all in this black moor,
Coming Next: My Poem "Love Song of the Moon" Photo https://t.co/twK2q7RFJM
Next Poem is Coming "Sable Rocks" Photo https://t.co/HN92mJvELk
She flits amid the flowers like butterfly, So light to be her steps... Then wind diffuse This morning mirage; only odoriferous tide...
Photo https://t.co/F1XdfveHRT
