-marzuQa karima-
Seeping light through the sky
The birds rehearse songs of morn
The cuckoo opens one sleepy eye
The sun awaits the curtains to fall
To beam at this dot of a world
My angels run their inks once more
To add a chapter to the book of deeds
Until the pens run out,
'The End' it seems
My last morning is marked and dated
On fates calendar hidden from eyes
Then all my days will be the same
Seeping darkness all around I will miss the birds rehearsal time
And the cuckoos call to introduce the sun
