by Geoff | Oct 18, 2019 | Aisha Qandisha, Hamadcha, Meknes, Morocco, Sufi
Walls, town And port, Refuge From death, Gray sea Where breaks The wind All sleeps. In the plain Is born a sound. It is the breathing Of the night. It roars Like a soul That a flame Always follows. The higher voice Seems a shiver. Of a leaping dwarf It is the...
