With sand, I changed the future, from
Sun-stiffened robes, sandals,
Testingly oasis beckoned...
Had it not been for the waters of seeing,
Breathing...
I would have drunk the vinegar that
Strangling day,
Hanging my head...
Sometimes down...
Sometimes up...
Remembering
The women
Below me...
On those shifting
Sands.
Lovely sad write Elysabeth, thank you for sharing! *10*! ! Friend Thad
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Your extraordinary talent to combine the historical and the personal leaves the reader touched and not sure why... So sad So sad. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥