Sphinx Poem by Anna Osipova

Sphinx



Sand… and only sand around me.
People come and go, I shall them see
Hopeless, hopeful, dead, alive, undead
In the land of pharaohs - sacred land.
No one knows what hide I in my shade
Xenial to secrets of the fate.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mystery
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