He was the preacher from the religion I yearned for.
His words fueled my heart,
like a fresh sermon meant to give me hope.
His love became the salvation, from myself.
He became the God I worshipped in my dreams.
"In the total darkness, poetry is still there, and it is there for you." -Abbas Kiarostami
He was the preacher from the religion I yearned for.
His words fueled my heart,
like a fresh sermon meant to give me hope.
His love became the salvation, from myself.
He became the God I worshipped in my dreams.
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