August

Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
edited October 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Something
big
...
meaningful
on the
tip of
my
tongue,
can't
quite find
or
bring to
mind
an echo -
a memory
sputters
and dies,
and
she
with
it.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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