Qassim Haddad - The Lantern

I put on a lamp for my footsteps and respond to the sweetness of coincidence.
when the oil runs dry
I call out, tempted to push the climax to destruction
In this way I depart every morning with the fragrance of warriors and the awakening of the insane
I do not promise happiness
And my footsteps have only mistakes for guidance.

Qassim Haddad

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