The sound from the mustard grains
with terrible marvel crossing shores
Commands silence.
The puppet mimes their hideous noise
Ignorant, sands hide secrets
better than the home of her turquoise.
In the battle between the breath of passion
and the breath of survival
The soldier in the warrior’s land
dies in wilderness.
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nancy, great stuff. you write from the heart. Great work. Nobody needs to ask you to keep up the good work.
ReplyDeletethe longest journey is the journey inwards. It needs guts and perseverance. just go and do it!