Cloud Wreathes

Her ruby rose budded lips open silver gates of compassion

As she brazenly smiled

Earth whirled amidst the stars waking no nested bird

nor slumbering child

And though her luminescence oft dims the Sun’s golden ray

Even if masculine be the crescent

He brighteth not the day

So when over the moon and stars she loosened the dusk of her hair

What need had the world of cloud wreathes.. they fled in despair

It’s from الله