Tradition is
not the wooden logs,
but the flame.
—logs come and go—
(at times wet, small or large)
seldom one burns
as did one
Farid’s qoyal.
20 Thursday Oct 2011
Posted in ANAD Poetry Page
Tradition is
not the wooden logs,
but the flame.
—logs come and go—
(at times wet, small or large)
seldom one burns
as did one
Farid’s qoyal.