The Son Of The Desert Poem by Alaadin ALhaib

The Son Of The Desert



traveling alone without a shadow
like a mist without trace
just a face
just a page
from the incient tablet
to anther pace
in the inky darkness
like a runner after merage
with the desert's sadness
mybe here
mybe there
find the fond
that i raze

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