handal
The shadows close the door
this is loneliness:
every time we enter a room we enter a new room
the hours of morning growing deep into our exile
prayers stuck in between two doors
waiting to leave to enter
waiting for memory to escape
the breath of cities
this is loneliness:
every time we enter a room we enter a new room
the hours of morning growing deep into our exile
prayers stuck in between two doors
waiting to leave to enter
waiting for memory to escape
the breath of cities