Now we calves will probably meet in dreams
As dried flowers are found in books
Find pearls of fidelity among the desolate
You may find these treasures in ruins
So God is not my love like angels
Both are human, ‏so why meet in so many hijabs
Let me also include the world of grief in grief friend
Now it is not in me, ‏it is not, ‏that destination is love
Now we calves will probably meet in
‏dreams
‎As ‎dried ‎flowers ‎are ‎found ‎in ‎books..........