Seconds in front of their mind

...behind the horizon there is a voice , a sparkle of light , a sparkle of fire that burn in you , feed by the touch of the wind , and caressed by the rising sun. It calls you to smell the desire of winning... I feel the dawn come to rub out the night...you burn and I can see it in your eyes , I learn how to  decipher your unspoken dead words , and your deadly bored breath ... written by :Souhail Arfaoui