When the flower doesnt fall ride the ride What a mountain and desert what is
When the rain does not come The cloud of winter What all this nodon is
Now in the silent hand Our poetry and sonnets s goodness Enemy I wish you and I knew The fault was the fault of these stories It was the enemys fault They were not the night Dawn today with us
No one would like to know my dead, and no one. Fahmah
For my own lonely my heart My heart is more empty than yesterday
My fall in my our fall like me Death of my childhood from the day of the night Enemy The Enemy of the Prophet The truth
was the fault of these stories The fault of these enemies They were with us if they were not at night