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Ghazal 14 Wings are like dust for the winds to carry otherwise feathers would be impatient and strengthless What basic beauty approaches like this not even dust on her path only shadows of flowers Those who are drunk have seen a flower’s shadow else there would be nothing not even dust in the taverns I have been humbled by these explosions of love in this room not even dust just desire to construct Now these words are I know are a simple pastime not even dust could be gained by writing |