Iram, Lost Iram

Iram, Lost Iram

Lost, alone, and wandered scars

Scrutinizing time

Thunders rise and soon take flight

Tinted skies with essence sighs


Iram, Lost Iram

Do not part the taut red twine

Deceitful City

Run when you see shooting stars

Beating Drums and Faded Calls


Iram, Lost Iram

Flee when whistles fill the night

Until our last breath

Bleeding soles with loyal faith

God, when did we stray so far?


This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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