Comments about Onoharigho Precious
The Wanderer ''Old-Egypt''
Good to see the trees still stir.
Across the sun at the pyramids.
To smell the sweet nice and rotten.
The nice smell of the Nile, and hear the breeze wailing in between the little trees.
Say, do the dead armies still stand?
Are they still guardians of the temple of Anubis?
Is the papyrus shade still fleeting the priests dream?
The yet unacedemic stread.
Is the night over Egypt still shy and cold?
Are rubbies silver or gold?
And the yellow sun still a silver sea, from near Thebes to Memphis?
And after the moon is born.