When A Man Prays
Sunlight turns to gold dust
Prism in each rain droplet
Majestic mountain bows
Waterfall breaks into a pause
Desert sand cool as mist
Rose buds carpet the feet
Angels lay down their wings
Holy water starts to spring
Mischief does not dare
Sin smells of fear
and
God is obligated
To protect
When a man prays
For his woman
SONYA KASSAM 
Greetings,
This is pure lovliness in the form of words.
Thank you for it!
All good wishes,
robert
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Thank you :-)
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I do not yet understand why I love this poem . But I do :)
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Thank you. Perhaps you love the thought of a man who cares? :)
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