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
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inTradition 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.