I miss the call to prayer of my heroes town
The slow, mournful, writhing rings
that reach toward the black-cloaked beauties with
heads bowed over their smiling eyes
His voice trills and bows
And I remember the chills it sent up my spine to hear the intensity and sense the powerful devotion
that one man
one voice
one word can bring.
Inshallah
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
I miss the call to prayer of my heroes town
The slow, mournful, writhing rings
that reach toward the black-cloaked beauties with
heads bowed over their smiling eyes
His voice trills and bows
And I remember the chills it sent up my spine to hear the intensity and sense the powerful devotion
that one man
one voice
one word can bring.
Inshallah
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