As Karim sings "a lark born",
"Allakh-barn" misheard my God.
A barn of love with no limits
In Jeladdin Rumi's Irish spirit.
There, all animals don't cry
There, all loneliness have died.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
To cause a hundred veils to fall at first sight.
Waiting for rays on the weather here
A drum beats my soul's ear.
Because of the raining tide
I press verse-blender all the night.
In front of Trump's Tower he stands
Blindfold begging for passing hugs.
In his trust lies for him
Home where he can sing.
In his trust lies for him
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