You gave me your hand
roses bloomed in the desert
and I lost my mind
River runs to sea
confluence waits eagerly
dark sky embraces the waves
horizon waits dawn
As gentle waves crash
hot sands wait the cooling touch
roses fragrance desert nights
time has no meaning
featured image by the author.
To fulfill Pharaoh’s ambition for immortality, thousands gave their lives
reducing mountains to pyramids.
We express our surprise where all those stones came from in the deserts.
Sand dunes, miniature pyramids themselves shifting in the winds, hide the secrets.
Three line poem, maximum 100 words, based on the photo above
Destiny brought them together, reality split asunder
Destiny must have scripted their meet
They were blown out of their feet
First time when they gazed at each other
They knew they are meant to be together
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