Without you what I am, a cursed night? Who is looking for you, in it’s own darkness With candles of
Agitated i am, to hold your hand, and to take all you woes. Agitated i am, to fulfill your dreams,
City of saints Is mourning again Dark shaded blood Reflecting on leaves Of chinar, in the graveyard Of our dreams.
Ask that madman of my streets Who narrates tales in the language Of laughs and perplexing words Which an obtuse