The morning comes
The humble azan
Fills the room
Of empty temples
Not too loud
And not too sweet
Humble in sound
To cure the air
Two souls sit
And meet for prayer
On time for
Our Creator
A night's worth of sins
Forgotten
In One
Small Moment
The humble azan
Dries the tears of
Midnight's sorrows
The humble azan
Clears the pages
And starts anew
The humble azan
A moment
Without Judgment
The humble azan
A warrior
In Allah's sight.
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