The Mystic Jeweller’s History

In August I stretched out by the shore

And thought of you my Love

While yearning all the more

I looked up terrified

Opening my eyes up to see

Magical mountains up high

Eager to follow me…

When I confessed to those rockies what I feel for you

They wanted to uproot their foundations planted deep in the earth

Abandon the sun glaze of the snowy peaks

Leave their forests filled with frolicking cubs

And go to the streets

Where we last met.

It’s from الله