I begin to see
something perfectly imagined
the city
and it's passengers
I am about to touch
and enter
the world you believe in
I inhabit through you
the sum of its perfections
now I am
perfectly still
and I hesitate to leave.
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The medieval Maghreb occupies a curious place in literary imagination. When people think of medieval Islamic poetry, they often turn eastwar... -
खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ... -
At night at night you're not here at night at night you're not here any more than day at night you're not here no more do I dre...