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Arabian Perfume

Golden dusty roads flanked by palm trees

laden with amberish date fruits.

The seem-seem cave opens and then closes,

here comes the forty thieves adorned in

brass armors and silver swords.

From far away I smell incense bukhoor, 

is it a mirage or the Arabian Nights

of my dreams?


16 thoughts on “Arabian Perfume”

      1. Sure definitely I’ll get, oh come on I will not take money from friends and family!

      2. As a friend life will give you many opportunities to repay than paying money, I feel the former is a better bargain than latterπŸ˜€. Money is a one time payment, but in the name of friendship I can extract many things over the course of time πŸ‘»

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