The Sabra

The Sabra (Rachelgv; April 28, 2017)

 

The desert waits patiently

drying the earth

the spectre raised mired

in the realms of a red sand

an aside cast of mirth

though never forgotten

by the lost blossom

put forth by the sabra

in which whose lands

the real inhabitants

of this scorched birth

were laid

the thirst, when drunk

its quench would slake

no salty bitters

in the mirage

of an oasis made

 

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  1. Have a very nice day dear
    Kisses

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