Barefoot on the grains of sand
Talking to the starlit sky over my head
The sight of the camels passing by
The multicoloured woman on a high
The dancers rope in a medley of hues
The melodies of desert ring in the tunes
I roll in the sand and my bangles scream
The body sings in the joy
of the lilting sand dunes.....
Monday, January 19, 2009
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This is one wonderful poetry! Keep it up!
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