by Ahmad Reza Rahimi
A voice in the morning
calling from far away
a muezzin
and the Night
drawing all its weapons
to the hoard
the sun
painting the east in red
and I
sleeping on my bed!
A voice in the morning
calling from far away
a muezzin
and the Night
drawing all its weapons
to the hoard
the sun
painting the east in red
and I
sleeping on my bed!