Mt. Uhud

In the darkness, the sun rose
A cool breeze blew in the heat
And soft rain woke dead earth
Can you hear the cry of ahad
Lingering like his sweet scent
Here is the whispering of light
And blood soaked swords
Crouched about a blessed cave
This is the echo of the lion’s roar
Ringing in the mountain shade

Author: Yusuf Yasin

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