sun moon and stars
desert fire
dark nights
afternoons with three camels
and a Bedouin on his black horse
finding his oasis
and an old palace where an arabian
princess
begins to dance
lots of music in his mind
amidst the
dying silence of this myth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing use of words. They danced to perfection.