Desert girl, can you see me here
through your shining eyes of black,
as there you stand on the dusty earth
with the sun upon your back?
Here I am in my modern world
a raging sea of haste
seeking wisdom through your eyes
your never-ending gaze.
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What a well written poem, it went right to the depths of my soul. Count me in as one of your regular readers!
By: rarestone on October 6, 2008
at 4:54 am
Nice job mate….!!
By: artisticked on October 6, 2008
at 9:26 am
Wow. Really makes you think. We tend to assume that with all our so-called advantages that we know more and are wiser than those of “lesser” circumstances.
I bet they could teach us more than we can teach them.
By: Chas on October 23, 2008
at 2:58 am