From my box of perfume, genie
Fly, amber, musk, oudh and henna
From the smoke, outlines sandy silhouettes
Smell of earth, damp warmth from oak
Sojourns lone, loves distant, a door’s creek
Banish the moon, stars and dew
Until tomorrow’s sun, don’t wake me up.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
December 9,2013.
Tirah Valley, Khyber Agency @ …
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