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The Flame That Rose from Silence. AI-Generated.
This ghazal is a meditation on spiritual longing — the ache that transforms absence into illumination. The poet stands between shadow and light, where the memory of the beloved revives the soul’s dormant flame. It’s not merely love’s sorrow, but its power to awaken what time cannot erase.
By Rahatweb Websiteabout a year ago in Poets
Even Silence Has Wings
As I slowly opened my eyes, the world around me dissolved into a canvas of pale light, a blankness that seemed to stretch on forever. I blinked, and with each flutter of my lids, the void sharpened into shapes, like a watercolor painting taking form. A figure took hold at the periphery of my visional bird, silent and still, watching me with an unblinking gaze.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Reign of King Jamshid and Zahhak the Serpent-Shouldered
The Legend of King Jamshid — The Second Part of the Shahnameh After the death of King Tahmuras, his son Jamshid ascended the throne. Not only humans, but even the fairies and demons accepted Jamshid as their king. At the dawn of his reign, Jamshid was proud and confident, yet over time, he devoted himself more deeply to the prosperity of his kingdom. With the sacred fire that had been discovered before him and the iron drawn from the mountains, he and his people forged weapons, crafted shining armor, and for the first time in history, they made armor for their horses to protect them in battle. From the threads they spun, they wove beautiful carpets and garments finer than any seen in the world. For fifty years, Jamshid labored to build and perfect these wonders.
By ALI ABBASIabout a year ago in Poets
