Gibran Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Gibran

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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