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[ayoub]

Tiny grains of gold
under unforgiving sun
as far as the eye can see
the warmth of life
in arid plains
and yet they dance
on the breath of a gentle wind
yet ware their beautiful dance
for should the wind choose it
their dance will strip the flesh
from your very bones
But revel for now
knowing that even in this
barren landscape
there is life
and you are not alone

Comments

[inmyocean.livejournal.com]

Exceptional. I really like this poem and think it one of your best. Saved to memories.

[ayoub.livejournal.com]

Very glad you like it hon :D

And I'm just wow that you'd save it to memories!