A glass of water the cleanest
blessed water, taken from the well
A smooth Tunisian city garden
a shrine where love exists
take away our bragging and uncertainty
our shame and and wrath
give us that water
that deep true value
keep us in the entourage of of goodness
temperature and kind words keep us giddy and relaxed
encourage us in that fine breeze dustless and mild
tempting us soothing us
Shift us toward the cool shade where our true spirits peel off
to recognize us and fraternize with us like humming friends
Be so patient like the desert is with us as we continue idiotic
despite the blessings and good advice
shine for us you Tunisian city garden
men like us as vulgar and distracted as camels
shine so well through wherever you are
like blessed water across our foreheads
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