Running past the horizon,
the silver diamond eyes slingshot the ocean to the sky.
The times we are tired, I run to the moon asking clemency for the sun.
Your black strands hold the bridge to our release..
The orange skylines, where we used to live..
Hold on! Tell no Bedouin, the sacred water leaves our veins.
Drunk by the hyenas, they are running for our camels!
Charlatanism!! Stab! Run! Stab!
Time falls for your pajamas.Lets wait to burn in the last flames of the sun.
Maybe then the winds will carry our ashes with the name of jasmine!
Your black strands..
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