Muna,
I saw you, I saw your light
In the night of guns, in the primeval darkness
I saw your little light, flickering diffidently amidst shattering bombs
Muna, I saw you, I saw your fire
In the night of guns, in the primeval darkness
I saw your dying embers, glowing reticently in the rain of bullets
Muna,
I saw you, I saw your strength
In the breaking dawn, when the red sun awoke
I saw your small stones, sticking confidently among superior rocks
Your little light became the sun
Your dying embers became a bush fire
Your small stones caused an avalanche
I saw you,
I saw your incandescent light, I saw your blazing fire, and I saw your prodigious strength.
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