The vintage sourness of the grape's spirit
Whence from the earth and what ray of sun
Shower the light of moon and the kiss of bee
You breathe it in the beloved's company
The eyes would see the sobriety of form
Until the steps are broken into the presence
How could you be the dropp in eternity
Unless the souls dance together
Unless tributaries are part of the ocean
Islamabad
19/2/2010
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