Dark, Philisophy, Philosophy, Poem, Poetry, Reality, romance, rumi, Snow, Travel

The Matam

He remains not of this world,
and yet His body walks among us,
His form raised above all in chant,
Hovering over this sea of men,
Drowning in tears, flowers and rain,
He awakens not to the sound of thunder,
He awakens not to the sound of rain…

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