Nour

Mothers giving birth

In a silo, with the air

Getting thinner by the hour

You must carry what you learn

Space between us widens

With every single breath

We are rooted like pine trees

Bleeding for the light

Mothers giving birth

In a silo, with the air

Getting thinner by the hour

You must carry what you learn

Space between us widens

With every single breath

We are rooted like pine trees

Bleeding for the light

You speak a language that I can't understand

The lesser light is slipping out of my hands

Sophia's children always sing in reverse

A dim reflection of our bones in the earth

A dim reflection of our bones in the earth

A dim reflection of our bones in the earth