The Prophet’s Pearl 

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I am a tear bedewed upon the prophet’s face
Shed a thousand years ago

I am a pearl strung along the prophet’s tent
Lit a thousand suns aglow

I am a hawk hunting the dove of my Self
Died a thousand deaths alone

I am a mother pregnant heavy with present
Begat a thousand futures afore

I am an eye drowning in my own darkness
Viewed a thousand visions galore

Background: Mother and baby (suffering from AIDS) in hospital, Kenya.   

: The GOOD PERSIAN BOYZ donated this piece for the mother-child.

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