Secret Chambers
Caravan..
This dawn speaks,
You are in a caravan
Through the long stretch of coconut grove
And wades into the vastness of sand dunes
You travel the breath of world
Yet I remember you,
To capture
To capture
The mountains of
Sumerians,
To bring back
The lobes of flowers
That fragrance the forest,
And the painted pitcher
That we loved once upon a time
Remember to pick the fragments
Which subsumed in the secret chambers
Of the fallen hair
And withered flowers
Of the fallen hair
And withered flowers
While dusk,
You were in a caravan..
~ Ahila..
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