“Shy goddess,
My love, my one.
Your name is zikr –
My chest tightens.”
Love replies,
“It tightens.
You should open quietly, to let the birds out.
Hear yourself.”
“Shy goddess,
My love, my one.
Your name is zikr –
My chest tightens.”
Love replies,
“It tightens.
You should open quietly, to let the birds out.
Hear yourself.”
