I have seen places shimmering
as if filled with a lakes of water,
but the desert sand was everywhere,
spreading out as far as the eye could see
and here and there plants grew
finding moisture on a endless dry plane
and to me that place
was praying, begging for rain.
© Gert Strydom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Gert, such a well penned poem👍👍👍