A poem without words
The Space between words.
Minimum, the form just conceived.
Silence, A Bridge connecting Souls.
Love, from houses to homes.
Water: Approach
Lights: Hope
Hearts: Palaces
Smile: Arches
Domes: Desire
Fields: Fire
Minarets, yearning the higher
Eyes: Temples
Fingers: Sculptures
Lips: Parallel lines
Meet, as clouds and seas.
Movement: Chaos to Order,
God's half done work
Finished by thee.
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