Qismat قسمت
Quiet storms linger
In these lines
So still, so fortunate
Moons cradle
A prayer
That becomes your lullaby
Souls of my feet / Dance with
ancient bedrock / While sweet
salty oceans / Run alongside /
in my blood / Stars of my eyes
/ See into infinite space / Spiraling cellular mysteries /
Threading through my bones
ancient bedrock / While sweet
salty oceans / Run alongside /
in my blood / Stars of my eyes
/ See into infinite space / Spiraling cellular mysteries /
Threading through my bones