We danced day and night <br />The world pirouettes and the winds <br />Bring light. There are those who <br />Have been dying. The music has <br />Gone dull, the beaten rhythm <br />On the tambourine of a setting sun. <br />Swell the drum's skins, that we dance <br />The defeated breath from a mother's <br />Swallow. The air is fresh with blood. <br /> <br />Sadiqullah Khan <br />Islamabad <br />April 9,2014. <br /> <br />Blood on the dance floor @ pagecovers<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-daced/
