10-3-2013, 04:55 PM | #21 |
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Re: FFR Rad Poets Society
On the path there once I traveled
made of Arab sand A thirst that was quenched by knowledge once estranged by the Lords hand. I came upon a spot to lie within some cooling shade. The source of which I could not see it did not seem to fade. Once that I had drunk my fill of that shadowy spot of land, my travels began, again, again, on that path of Arab sand. What pool of water lay within this deserts hot embrace? I could not think of that too long at once I made my haste. As I came upon the pool, it did not vanish yet! A gypsy in its waters bathed at once our eyes had met. That water dropping from her eyes! Confusion met my mind. Is it water droplets I see or the product of another kind? Her beauty, I say, had quenched my thirst, her body, my appetite; and now she stood in front of me, I dare say in plain sight. Sing to me, I say you gypsy in this silent land! Dance for me, I say you gypsy on this Arab sand! |
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