GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 151

Who can forget her fallacious coup d'oeil, Against the feelings of my own heart, I protest. Every night is passed in aphotic thoughts, With a candle against dolorous glumness, I protest. What was the price labeled on my lip-opening, With sewn lips against the mob of voices, I protest. In search of Laila, Majnu traversed the borders, But throwing him out of Eden, I protest. 151