A daylight painted in a night shade
In the circle of a thunderous grumble...
'you have hid your beautiful self under
beautiful clothes'.
But then, I saw she spoke to no one.
Near the quiet
pathway which separated us from spirits
at the market
where three paths dance in direction of the gods.. .
Ah!
Aziza danced up dust to his sacred being
Magnified by the quiet presence
of the pathways.
She spoke again,
'good for you
You have hid yourself
Under the restful shade of earth'.
When I could see she was dressed
as the unbeautiful look
seated by some flesh of,
swollen earth,
I Knew
suddenly.
A daylight vanishing to her peaceful rest
In the circle of a thunderous grumble
I staring with her
at Silence...