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Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Sand Of Sun


Only from the sun such wonderous beauty
soft benneth your feet magic fury.
Blankes cover eye of soul kept warm by
tender age of grace.
Wisdom from the sand may ever flow my
cup stays clean.
Minds of ages parchment crisp with what
it knows blessed it grows.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 16, 2008

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  • Tsira Goge (12/16/2008 6:46:00 AM)

    When that was pleasant to me the story 'the woman in sand'... Well that, you until then adore Kobu Abe.
    10 for my.
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/16/2008 6:33:00 AM)

    I am very glad to be part of this.Thank you for sharing this poem with us.Bye and do have a nice day.


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