Qasidat L Nadin

From the concrete jungle
Beaches of Olympia
I have set sail
In winds’ prevail
To land upon a coast
Of any fresh hell.

Gone are we
On an endless sea.
What bay shore
Upon we may prey
As predators is what
We hunt for:

Experiences.
Made memories.
Us both are
Birds of prey.
Into abyss
Let’s interplay.

Filed under: May Era (III)