The Fury Of The Earth-Sprung
“Oh eye, oh night…” The Sha’ir speaks, hakawati-heartbeat pulsing.
“Oh eye, oh night…” The Sha’ir speaks, hakawati-heartbeat pulsing.
A century has passed in full
these last twelve months…
The mountain’s lament, ‘cross the valley dark, sings grief ‘n fury to the olive flow’r…
A form adorned in beauty.