From the Book
"God, I Am Here" by Vagif Samadoghlu
The empty sleeve of the armless man's jacket
Is full of darkness.
The darkness of our inner selves
Is the only place for our hearts to reside.
The humane voice comes from darkness.
Springs flow from the earth's darkness.
An old woman milks a cow,
And the milk flows from darkness.
A child is born out of the darkness of its mother's womb.
Perhaps, we are living just
To pass from one darkness to another
And to be late for the end of our lives.
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