I left
Thousands and one nights
And my wooden horse; gallops with my dreams
I left
My trumpet sang with my breathe
And the tales slept with me in night
I left
The alphabets of my lullaby
And the swing hangs in the wind
I left
My smiles
My colors
I left
The sands were holy words buried in the Shell
I left
The pathways
Were the the blind saw the holy river
I left
The hills divided hunger and thirst
I left
The hills; were the lamb sacrificed
I left
The lamp, the prophet lighted with sacrifice
I wrapped my wings
I left my tears
I left my ways like a bird with broken wings
Thousand and one nights
Envelopes me with a night
The sea in black waves in silence
Tears blind my eyes
Good byes lend my ears
Good bye
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