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The sun said he had no choice but to live in the bog. But the winter preserved his beauty in its reflection.
Rukhmini 1 shivered in her longing for his light.
Hero, my son, won't you devour your devoted mother?
I am ablaze with your light and joy, and cannot see!
Mira 2 searched for her prince in the city of unknowability.
Hold me captive in your daring glances at emotion.
Baha'u'llah chose aloneness, and set the sun back in the sky.
Together, they contemplated the beauty in creation's first rite.
Zaynab, 3 what book did you steal that story from? |
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