Swirling around and around, he performed his eternal dance, inside clouds of poison and smoke, on barren bodies of sand, which have lost everything, having lost their water and plants. The day he decided to leave, he knew there was no coming back.
We were lost souls seeking asylum, seeking a moment of ecstasy, a connection with the Lord.
Have we spent our lives living inside castles of sand? Or are we waiting at the doorstep of a dream that will forever remain under construction?
Written by Mo Awwad
310 gm, a white, %100 cotton paper with a smooth surface texture/ guarantees archival standard.
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Swirling around and around, he performed his eternal dance, inside clouds of poison and smoke, on barren bodies of sand, which have lost everything, having lost their water and plants. The day he decided to leave, he knew there was no coming back.
We were lost souls seeking asylum, seeking a moment of ecstasy, a connection with the Lord.
Have we spent our lives living inside castles of sand? Or are we waiting at the doorstep of a dream that will forever remain under construction?
Written by Mo Awwad
310 gm, a white, %100 cotton paper with a smooth surface texture/ guarantees archival standard.
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