Monday, May 9, 2011

If My Heart is Stone Cold, Burn Me, Layla...

16. Whatever Mould
O’ Layla,
If my limbs have withered,
Heal me, that I may come to thee,
Walking or crawling.

And If my heart is stone cold,
Burn me, that I may melt into
Whatever mould that thou may hold.

This is what I call an uncommented poem. So I better stop now before my non-comment amounts to a comment of sorts.

Have a beautiful day, sunshine - and may each of us find our Layla.

Pax Taufiqa.

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