Welcome (By Awaal Gata)

Sranger
My yore is to be drowned
Inside the sins of her culture

Many secrets live there

Stranger
You whisper in the palace of my thoughts
Copious litre of purity worn
Atop the flesh of my culture
To light the gong of your presence
Presence that flashes in your absence

I will tell you
The kennel built in my thoughts
The canes that jail my soul
Dancing the tune of your presence
Presence that flashes in your absence

Our fantasies are the atlases of our journeys
A phantom weds my knowledge
Mixed taste of my yore shamed
In the caravan of distant kisses
Distant communions
Seeking to hug each other

By Awaal Gata