"My Persian Brother"
Oh, Persian Caliph, you lived with the Monks. New questions lead to old answers; they are the beginning of an end. You took a Hajj to the Taj Mahal with Buddhist Monks. We smelled the tears of grief in The Dead Sea at The Great Salt's City. They put you under arrest after the Revolution. To this, only God can attest. We learned what love is in Paris. Knocked heads on the hilly streets of The Red Gate's Golden Bay. Strike!!!!!!!! But against nobody but yourself! Can't you really see who you are, my Czar?
Unspoken Words In S.F.
Circa 1973 - J. Billet
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