9.07.2016

- in the name of Allah -

contextual

some times, when I awa ken, some times, when I arise,
I might just see, the color red, fa ding through my eyes. 

like I had no lids, saw from it all, just answers as I try. 
no more wandering, an end to salty streams, with ducts un-dry. 

Allah knows my staff, that all purpose use ful tool, 
an aid of every nomad, extracting from this mirage, its truth.

my star burns not alone, nor to lost mass its orbit decayed, 
its twin lives again: with blazing light shone, to the way back home. 

 


 

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