Sirroco - Irfan
The warm sirocco blows against my face
It echoes a name in my ears
It smells of the fragrance of my love
It echoes a name in my ears
As it brushes my cheeks, I feel her touch
It echoes a name in my ears
I can feel her tears run down my cheeks
It echoes a name in my ears
The sirocco leaves me alone, taking her away
It was not my name that had echoed in my ears
posted by The Mad Magazine at
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