Banya

Trees of a green oasis, that freedom always boosts, the produce load for freighters, gentle winds on the Karasu, a banshee bleat of roosters, it will slay your mood, your lies and protestations, your cries for food, wine become a dissipation, a raw supply of senses , shatters the sunlit pools, makes a mirage of defences, it's hard to explain, what you've been through, so why now start shaking, camels stand at their stations, hrummp and wait for crew, on yellow sand awakening, love will not betray you.