I walk
I walk
towards you
I walk
I walk
to you, to you, to you
I reach
I reach
the skirts of the citadel
Oh, Sacred City of Mine…
I have longed, I have longed
for you
The veil is thin, Damascus.
The veil is thin.
Unmanifested within the Citadel's…
Melting walls
The Divine Clock has stricken Its Magical Spell
already
Photo Credit: Facebook Media Source, Damascus, Sarouja Neighbourhood
