Do you remember
my poem about
my epic meeting
in the dawn of the days
with the oldest of the old
of the wisest men?
He holds the ribbon in the
beginning of life, and I have a hold
at the other end
I have an eternal connection
with the dawn of the days,
and this is the reason
why I am wrinkled like
the musty apple belonging to Eve,
and smooth as the rustling speach of
the twisted, whispering snake
And when I arrive to the final vers of
the true Revelation spoken by God,
I still have a hold at the other end of
the ribbon connected to
the dawn of the days
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the true Revelation spoken by God, I still have a hold at the other end of the ribbon connected to the dawn of the days A beautiful love poem starting from physical love and culminating at spiritual love Well written Well done. Col Muhammad Khalid Khan