Desert Walk Poem by Philo Yan

Desert Walk



Two maidens in the desert walk,
Windy sands blow, they don't talk,
Selling their wares in the market place,
Weathered look on charming face.

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To view my drawing that accompanies this poem, please go to:

https: //picasaweb.google.com/115604348708138178965/MyArtCorner2012#5783085028899507602

Have an AweSome Day!
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