Gibran
What I saw was sweet,
Was perfect,
Like seeing fish swim.
I dreamt
His hand was in her hair,
And her lips,
Her lips on his skin…
Yes,
Gibran and Mary…
Was it love?
Intimate?
Or respect?
Do not know,
Cannot say,
I am no prophet!
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