Tellyl Hawa. What day is it? Alkaline of neck, alley base of musk alcohol top note. What the night was like. Blooming sky, white smoke, black out a dawn flaming life. So long this winter, so cold the shadow. What day is it? A woman dreams a baby years. Embroiderous wishes, names angels of future aren't clothed. The people carry her child, sheld streets, Shaheed. What day is it? A father works hours to bone to feed, seed, dress them, bless them, berries them. His pain, a sonic collapse. Who can imagine today the first day? Last night, the worst night.