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There are whirlwinds all around me.
In the subdued whispers of passed on folklore, in the legends of jinns and ghosts, in the euphoria of love, in the nostalgia of a past life, in the wonders of a world which...
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Buraq flies through stars and skies, Got the birds wishing they could go that high, Escaping towns and escaping tribes through the quiet nights, No one was awake but us, Something that a man's mind can't trust; the galaxies were like the scattered dust, of the arabian desert made of light and lust.
Take me along to the places I don't know exist, Where every silence is a song, Where every moment is fast, Where even fallen angels can last, Ever roaming in the gray cosmic eternity, and souls aren't lost to earthly brevity.
Buraq flies through stars and skies, Something that a man's mind can't trust, Tell me make-believe lies, Dipped in golden honey, Make it pretty; like the verses of classical poetry, and I shall never wonder about that which I can't see, or hear, or feel, your claims of something beyond my dreams, your human souls and angel friends, I do not wonder what happens when life ends, I'll believe your deceit only if it's sugar-sweet, but not your otherworldly symphony.
"but maybe, just maybe, I do wonder", he softly whispered to me.
"so what's a buraq, you say?" -an other worldly symphony.
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a/n : Buraq is a Pegasus :)!
I was reading poems from Hafez and the mystical touch of his work inspired me to write this piece, especially since the main theme of whirlwinds is 'fantasy and reality'.
