The desert...
Thousands voices coming from the sand
describing centuries of battles,
honor, pride and hopes.
The desert is a silent partner
quiet as a sleeping cat
vigilant as a great lion
touching the sun in an endless kiss.
An occasional rain
reminds me the eternal power
of mountains of golden sand
embracing the earth as a second skin.
The desert air is magical
it reaches you everywhere
with a quiet smile
and warm caress.
The desert and its eternal patience
proves everyday and in every way
that is a very generous teacher,
a very good teacher indeed.
A.
Thousands voices coming from the sand
describing centuries of battles,
honor, pride and hopes.
The desert is a silent partner
quiet as a sleeping cat
vigilant as a great lion
touching the sun in an endless kiss.
An occasional rain
reminds me the eternal power
of mountains of golden sand
embracing the earth as a second skin.
The desert air is magical
it reaches you everywhere
with a quiet smile
and warm caress.
The desert and its eternal patience
proves everyday and in every way
that is a very generous teacher,
a very good teacher indeed.
A.
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