When you see me smiling —all by myself
Or dancing —holding hands with the wind,
Do not think me crazy.
For this music, only my kind understands:
The echoes of the songs of the beloved;
The reflection of the beloved's beauty.
From where no one hears nor sees
But the lover.
By Abdulmalik Jibril
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
When you see me smiling —all by myself
Or dancing —holding hands with the wind,
Do not think me crazy.
For this music, only my kind understands:
The echoes of the songs of the beloved;
The reflection of the beloved's beauty.
From where no one hears nor sees
But the lover.
By Abdulmalik Jibril
