Proud2BAMuslim
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A beckoning call
Born out of the desert
We stand on the rocky outcrop and watch
Soon everything will be in darkness
The sun growls
Backs away and is gone
A town rises in the distance
Its lights leave a dirty orange hue
There are no more arguments
No shades of obedience
Just a space between
A desert in obscurity
As we turn away and begin our steady climb back down
I am barely able to endure a backward glance
Born out of the desert
We stand on the rocky outcrop and watch
Soon everything will be in darkness
The sun growls
Backs away and is gone
A town rises in the distance
Its lights leave a dirty orange hue
There are no more arguments
No shades of obedience
Just a space between
A desert in obscurity
As we turn away and begin our steady climb back down
I am barely able to endure a backward glance