Whispers of the the wind,
dancing of the leaves and braches,
the stories they portray
in the shadows of the walls and floors,
the evil may seize to hear,
when the mountains crumble to dust,
as though the cat caught their tongue,
then breathing comes with diffculty,
using love as your advantaged,
so you'll never find ture love,
rain drops that fall on the ground
sing songs and encourage growth within the soil
and with that we fed our souls
but with our materialist ways
what ever comes is poison
does it mean now we are poison
you have been poison to me
but then I caught up being addictive
whispers of my voice
singing with a chanted note
for what ever you done to all the innocent souls
may the curse creep at you may it slap back at you
so say your poison tears are because you are hurt
dancing with a spin say you've lost your mind
look at my shadow looking back at you
what does it tell you
see men are players
and women are of seduction
the words you may seize to hear
as I sing and sing may the tears come
say you cant take no more.
Idil Mahamed
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