I am a sailor
I am a land
I cannot go...I cannot hide
Here, my boat has a rhythmic ride,
Once so quiet..
Once a crowd..
And listen..
My sand is calling out so loud,
Yes it is an Arabic sound,
Yet don’t step on feeling proud..
A stranger must be humble,
Don’t try you might tumble,
Sit.. don’t talk to people..
Sit and sew yourself a red dress,
Your face so high not less..
Sewing is your first dance,
Few to view have the chance,
Winds of whispers
An end of a dance,
The land at once,
Full with fans,
The first one
....for me
A silent dance..