09 January 2015


I forgive the wine
I forgive the the rim of the glass, the tips of my lips and the love they made
I forgive the music, my footsteps, my sways
I forgive my fire, my passion, my cravings
I forgive my desire to fall and be caught
I forgive my infatuated trip into illusion
I forgive the shyness, the escape, the hiding

Just like the sun forgives us
At every glimpse of a sunrise
For our nightly delusions
Washing the earth with its rays
Motherly, compassionately, vast-heartedly
I forgive myself
For thinking we were two

Amal - January 2015

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