Into the alleys of Rubina
the lonely vista of love
miles away from the shore
down under the clouds of Numidia
Ajar blasphemous wind
stoned to a tilt
worthy warrior of silence
Akin the boisterous mind
caviling toward the sun
mindless colorless rainbow
with open rays
embracing the globe
Wanting more and more
of same elixir
venting past glories
sobering Moorish dancers
Yet the tide is gone
never to come back
yet the land is dry
the rain is arrogant
the clouds stingy
the sky meaningless
Lit the sky with her
studded diamond
a leisure
in sighing deeper
and deeper
