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Afzaneh glides upon farsh of fallen leaves in quiet;
golden broken weave to darkened forest leads in quiet.
Upon Izrael and Jibrael her steps leave no stain,
murmur prayers of elusion unto the trees in quiet.
Beyond the twilight’s bleeding heart abstruse she says he lives,
visioned blind yet child Afzaneh like wine frees in quiet.
And as Oenanthe flies to Hellen’s longed for blossomed fruit
Echo responds Afzaneh’s longing breeze in quiet.
As leaves, light, life consumed so dreams bind up the Prophet’s wound –
she sinks beneath humus now lies with peace in quiet.