Oh moan sweet woman
to pillow all clouded thoughts
in sleep all is forgiven
as all is forgot
So cast forth dreams
flowered as petals
gifts to morning sun
For doth linger he
upon your lips embrace
Your sins upon his anvil
his anvil of the dawn
Oh moan sweet woman
to pillow all clouded thoughts
in sleep all is forgiven
as all is forgot
So cast forth dreams
flowered as petals
gifts to morning sun
For doth linger he
upon your lips embrace
Your sins upon his anvil
his anvil of the dawn
When love beckons to you, follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound thee
KAHLIL GIBRAN, The Prophet
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