Give me my dagger, beloved.
See the days pass where I
do not use it.
Inshallah
nights will follow where it remains
untouched,
guarding our door
while we dream.
Three Pomegranates Fell From Heaven
One for the story teller, one for the listener, and one for the whole world…
Give me my dagger, beloved.
See the days pass where I
do not use it.
Inshallah
nights will follow where it remains
untouched,
guarding our door
while we dream.