he screamed from the minarets
his sunset song
ancient, wrapped up
his voice travelled all alone
like the wind over sand dunes
creating ripples on my being
stirring magic all around
awaking the breath of the dry desert
he crept stealthily
like a spider moving on its prey
casting a web over me
entangled, hypnotized I lay
i hear your voice sometimes
i hear it coming from far away minarets
this ancient simple sunset song
that drives me mad utterly mad
loose like a drunkard on the dawn
soothed, knowing again at the sunset hour
ye shall come to sing your sunset song
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