Unveiling
when my words sculpt you into a hero
worship and adore you
and the pedestal isn’t high enough
don’t crush me
you will never find another
… in this life
nor the next…
i kiss your every footstep
quickly
before the sand erases it
won’t you turn around and glance at me?
… if you ask me
i may unveil for you…
even He does not have that privilege
for they ask me to hide myself
whenever i invoke His name
SONYA KASSAM 
Greetings,
Thank you for this.
This poem evokes for me an odd sense of the pain of separation from our beloved.
All good wishes,
robert
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..and when the beloved does not acknowledge you, it is even more painful. Thank you for your thoughts.
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Thank you so much!
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its awesome!
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Thank you so much
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