The Skardu Valley - Poem by Mekael Shane
Gray and brown
The winds that flow through
The cleavage of your valley
Are soft like mother's fingers
When bending pie crust
I slept in the center of your
And dreamt of lassoing stars
Spent in your valley's heart
I closed my eyes to see the invisible
And I heard the voice of God
* Reprinted from 'My Hajj Collected Poems by Mekael'
© September 20,2011 by Mekael
Submitted by Robert Müller, Founder at the Creative Arts Ensemble of Zürich, located in Zürich, Switzerland.
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