Image by Oleg Gamulinskiy from Pixabay
Ye empire thy empty seat
It is the hour of the secret
His Time is so different from our times
It is the secret of the hour
Riddle, vigorous secret
Ye embrace thine sock when ye wear them
Ye knew them well, alas, ask thy feet
He tells ye like His Hour is a thousand years
His Time is so different from our times
Be like His Minute is a human’s 100 years
They ask her, where did his ideas come from
She explains very clearly, then they think
Magic, Magic, Magic, oh such a miracle
Miracle, Miracle oh they don’t know why they chant
Come at once, in a lifetime
Live, grace and more to be grateful
Where the Secret is
Ye think because they are a secret
Hiding a secret
You read to me
I abstracted
© Ismael Mansoor
Published by