Heart's basinA Poem by MariamIf you were
a sad lyric song with the howling duduk’s sounds, Inhaling your words
deeply, love's mist could make the rounds... If you were
a bottle of wine made from the sweet seedless raisin, Doves would sour your taste, swimming in the pure heart’s basin. © 2013 MariamAuthor's Note
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