Pearls
At the four minars we have pearly eyes. Pearls are brought here from distant shores, their oysters going up and down in the far seas,under tall ships.
Our eyes shine in pearly wonder, our necks stretched out like a tribal woman’s neck stretched to the higher regions by a series of neck laces.Our loops take us to the skies.,till our necks ache.
We are at the pearly gates.
