Bathing in Hafez

I wanted a bath in Hafez today

To make a raft for the body and ease the spirit

Each poem, each page though

was overlaid with images of Idlib

It’s hard to see the gods of grace and love and patience beyond that of saints through the carnage

I think I will have a shower of tears instead

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