Every word of thy poetry is indeed like unto a mirror in which the evidences of the devotion and love thou cherishest for God and His chosen ones are reflected. -Baha'u'llah
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Home
The shadows of cypress trees,
On paths of stone,
Grass freshly grown,
Red geraniums in bloom,
Marble as white as the moon,
This is home.
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