Dervishes & Queens: A Poetry

In deep dark halls,

Wherewith silence sings,

And dervishes spin...

A robe of whisper,

And prayers afloat...

Seekers of truth

In every moment.

No crowns hath pressed,

Upon his brow,

Just dust & stars

As guides...

Thus whirling around,

In sacred madness.

The dervish sings,

Of madness

& love.

In mirrored palaces,

Doth a queen walk

Bejeweled gaze

& a proud hand.

She rules with fire,

& lament...

Carved in lament

She dareth dream,

Of rivers deep

& the unseen.

Their paths,

Collide by divine

Fate...

Love, crown or devotion,

Dervish spins

& queen doth rise.

Truth & skies

Thus become

One in unity.

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Subject: Th poetry explores union of two opposites via royal metaphors.

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