The Incombustible
My feelings are there
But the lava is still pantomime
There is no rush or hastiness
calm and cool where the wind takes it by
Cynosure to take heaven in hands
The man who has lost its cliche
The warmth and incombustible roar of gallantry
The anthropomorphic agony of desire
Has wretched man from the balm of life
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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