Hassan_Abdillah
Wayfarer
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- South Asia, but then again a wayfarer is not very
- Seen Oct 4, 2012
Just something random I wrote because the mood kinda caught me.
And lo, the weary shadow loomed beneath the starry night.
And so his weighty footing tossed about the desert quiet.
And thus, awoke the land, and spurred awoke the windy songs;
Then awoke the gusty whites, the dusty soul abrades along.
And yet, the stars do fall; the dawn is not too far away.
Nor are the crazy winds, they dash about the lonely grey.
And with the creaking dark, the eerie trekker drags his feet.
And soon the cool will pass, to break before the desert heat.
And so this wanderer, he pauses in his sandy stride,
To take a tiny flask of water he has set aside,
Beneath the fallen night, to wash, and then to stand to pray,
And his Adhaan* would take the calmness of the night away.
And lo, the weary shadow cast aside his worldly self.
And still the gusty winds, they preached about their nightly tales.
*The Muslim call of prayer.
And lo, the weary shadow loomed beneath the starry night.
And so his weighty footing tossed about the desert quiet.
And thus, awoke the land, and spurred awoke the windy songs;
Then awoke the gusty whites, the dusty soul abrades along.
And yet, the stars do fall; the dawn is not too far away.
Nor are the crazy winds, they dash about the lonely grey.
And with the creaking dark, the eerie trekker drags his feet.
And soon the cool will pass, to break before the desert heat.
And so this wanderer, he pauses in his sandy stride,
To take a tiny flask of water he has set aside,
Beneath the fallen night, to wash, and then to stand to pray,
And his Adhaan* would take the calmness of the night away.
And lo, the weary shadow cast aside his worldly self.
And still the gusty winds, they preached about their nightly tales.
*The Muslim call of prayer.