all memories like wilted orchid
and i smelled the earth
i remember four quarrelsome stars
slipping beneath my fabric
how i miss them on winding night
belonging is worship
now i became god
and i'm not satisfied
until you give
contentment escapes
and like a god i am,
creating and creating endless ashes
tasting like burnt date
and keep asking to myself
is god ever satisfied?
mother on sand
mother on my hand
mother slips now
like an escaping memory
while sparkling more than ever
urging me to worship.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 12:11 PM UTC
all memories like wilted orchid
and i smelled the earth
i remember four quarrelsome stars
slipping beneath my fabric
how i miss them on winding night
belonging is worship
now i became god
and i'm not satisfied
until you give
contentment escapes
and like a god i am,
creating and creating endless ashes
tasting like burnt date
and keep asking to myself
is god ever satisfied?
mother on sand
mother on my hand
mother slips now
like an escaping memory
while sparkling more than ever
urging me to worship.
