Love flies into eternity
like the singer
wailing his cry
from the turrets
calling all to prayer
twirling down
corridors of history
blending past and future
into a seamless garment
woven in turbulence
laid to rest in time
spilling out of
Earth's pores
an ageless chant
echoing through the distance
like a scirocco
wailing from the south
carrying the voices of thousands
from the beginning of the age.
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