What's Left

Beyond ideology,
Beyond matter and money,
Beyond what you think you know,
Beyond what some call religion,
There You are my Friend!

Beloved!
Tomorrow I won't be anymore!
My ashes will feed the dirt that will feed the grass that will feed the sheep!
But, am I really now?

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In the cold morning of winter, in the windy light of dawn, You are, Beloved!

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Exiled in a cold country, You are what's left, Beloved!

When love is on our mind, You power it!

Beloved!
Your beauty reflects in the eyes of Your children!

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Beloved! You are the heart of my heart!

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Beloved! You are the heart of my heart!

(Al-Zeituni, 2015)