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Poetry
Mosque
Entrance
Doorway of flowering suns,
around you the stars line up
and stay perched in their posts,
you are velvet, leather, and wood
the color of grass, coffee,
and blood,
your panels always drawn
together tighter than lips
that do not open for a kiss.
Are you afraid
you are more beautiful
when closed?
Mosque of Moulay Idriss II, Fès, Morocco
