by Saajida Gora
The countless grains of golden sand
Spread across the desert lands
Flowing like the silky strands
Of pureness through my parted hands
The kisses of the enchanting wind
Moulds a sweet and silent song
To the beholder unheard
A vision unblurred
The changing garms of the deserts
Screams words of unheard music
Drawing us into the depth of her trance
Swaying with every movement of her glance
A spectacle of captivating beauty
Unveiling her endless charms
I dare not depart
For she’s mesmorizing my heart
While she displays her precious worth
Is heaven really a place on earth?
From:
Vryheid
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18/09/2011
Last updated September 18, 2011