Sometimes i want to live,
the life of a desert,
with silence and indifference,
with hiss of night winds,
changing my shapes,
my sands may settle,
sometimes with sun,
echoes with loneliest cries,
dancing images of gigantic,
sandstorms, on my parched lips,
i may inhale the whole heat of the burning sun,
and splendid days of my love and fated hate, may deplore to die,
the rumbling cries of wind thrusts may shake the horizons of vision.
a beautiful poem filled by silent so deep contemplation and serenity...it took the mind so far away.......
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may inhale the whole heat of the burning sun, and splendid days of my love and fated hate, may deplore to die, the rumbling cries of wind thrusts may shake the horizons of vision......very good write with thoughtful expressions...10 read mine mary to marry.... miss i miss u...anywhere and..... when u failed...