• Endria Richardson

a poem by hafiz

The Heart is right to cry

Even when the smallest drop of light, Of love, Is taken away.

Perhaps you may kick, moan, scream In a dignified Silence,

But you are so right To do so in any fashion

Until God returns To

You. – Hafiz, “The Heart is Right”

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