The Mortal Seed

By Azam Ali

Gaze into your heart
where you will see
remnants
of what used to be,
thereupon she planted
the mortal seed
in the garden of
celestial glory,
where her breath
like the movement
of a subtle breeze
doth ever so gently
caress the leaves,
her voice
like a distant melody
so alluring
and graciously free.
How the stars
take comfort
in her saddened eyes
and her tears merge
with the billowing seas,
for the mortal seed
has now become
the bitter fruit
upon the forbidden tree.

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