hey, peeps. here's some more attempt at poetry. i've recently gotten into the poetry of Hafiz, a 14th century Sufi master and poet, who write in his poetry as a friend to us. i've taken that as an invitation, and write back to Hafiz as a friend in return. i love this poetic form. here is i think my first attempt in this line.

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Heather blooms in wintertime
within our garden bright,
and so does David's love anew
with Hafiz\s poems in sight.

Hafiz, let David be friend to you,
as you are friend to us,
and write you poems fresh and new
of Love, divine, august.

- David J. Kunz, January 2005