I’m a Bedouin….

I’m a wanderer,I carry magic and fairytales in my braids…

I write riddles in sand and musk,and speak of love and agony…anguish and lust.

You read me like a prayer…I..daughter of Helios tantalized by a long forgotten cavalier..

I’m a Bedouin…Aromatic..

I dare you to wash cardamom off my lips,and henna off my palm…

Ana Badaweyyah …Aw 3ala golto..Bedouilicious!

 

Sarkasmos!

 

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