henna is poetry

I marked her arms,
orange glow and paste-green,
the ghost of other flowers left behind.

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Ink on skin, words against breast,
I became a book of history,
a memoir of myself.

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teach this storm A thing or two about whirling

Bring the pure wine of love & freedom.
But sir, a tornado is coming.
More wine, we'll teach this storm
A thing or two about whirling.

-مولانا جلال الدین محمد بلخى ~ Mawlānā Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Balkhī

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