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PASSING THROUGH

I’m a streamPassing through the marshlandsI carry with meThe memories of yesterdayAnd the hopes of tomorrowI wash the rocks beneathWith pure loveAnd take their sedimentsAway…









The Cry Of A Lover

O Mountains of Makkah, Why does the falcon Perched on your ancient peaks Raise its majestic head  And let out a piercing cry Carried by…