Jars of springwater are not enough anymore. Take us down to the river. The face of peace, the sun itself.
No more the slippery cloudlike moon. Give us one clear morning after another, and the one whose work remains unfinished, who is our work as we diminish, idle, though occupied, empty, and open.
I have a Bachelor's Degree in History/Government and International Relations from George Mason University, and a Master's Degree in International Affairs with a Concentration in U.S. Foreign Policy from American University in Washington, DC. I was born in New York City, and have lived in Northern Virginia since childhood. I am an independent writer and an entrepreneur. I am also a book author.
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Adam A. Azim 