I rubbed
the soul lamp,
chanted
for a life time.
But You summon
in mysterious ways.
~tonight
You are a lore,
a genie that takes
my prayer by the wrist,
and leads me
inside Your Lamp~
I become a moth
within Your Flame!
I rubbed the soul lamp, chanted But You summon in mysterious ways. You are a lore, my prayer by the wrist, within Your Flame! A contest entry
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