Turning a prayer wheel
to fire an arrow
towards your heart.
Let the veil slip from
your face― coming near the sun
ridding of the clouds.
- - - - - - -I marvel at the beauty of this poem.
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Turning a prayer wheel to fire an arrow towards your heart. Let the veil slip from your face― coming near the sun ridding of the clouds. - - - - - - -I marvel at the beauty of this poem.