GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 199

WHERE THE BIRDS HAVE GONE? Sky is a flute that my derwish plays upon his lips every evening. Attending its ceremonies as a visitor, he wrapped into the sequins of stars etches mysteries over his heart's slate. Evolving hymns from his soul's birds to whom he frees one by one. Harping upon his flute throughout night, and 199