Systrum

For the old cargo,

two halves a remember’d ship,

nothing in the hull

as braids the camel’s

back with sacks, a city more

the way there convey

’til a softness flows,

the hoofprints, the caravans

‘thru the wide sands home

Published by ayaladn

eebrinker says:

January 31, 2013 at 3:50 am

i like how this sounds read aloud

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1. j4n says:
  
  January 31, 2013 at 5:42 am
  
  Thank you, Eileen, it’s a long journey (& I have definite memories
  of such things). It is also very pleasing, that you read aloud.
  
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