The Scent of Karbala
This scent seems familiar
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This scent seems familiar
Karbala’s poets
And there, his Beloved sees him,
Chambered in my chest on the plains of Karbala
In the shadows of Karbala, she stood tall,
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
What is the cost of loyalty?
I made my home a sanctuary
The caravans of mystery boxes
I stand between the sun and the moon
Oceans of light
A daughter is a quiet cave