Walking Desert

I never thought it a desert

Nor did I ever judge the sands

I thought it a home

That I could hold in the palm of my hands

Sticking to my curly hair

And the shoes I wear

I became a walking desert

Completely unaware

Of the sands of my people

Clinging to my form

I wore as proudly as a soldier

Wearing his uniform

 

 

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Make Magic| Short Poem

Digging

Nails full of dirt

Trying to find a magic spell

That was lost

Losing my sanity

Despising gravity

Then I remember

I wrote the spell once before

I can rewrite it once more!

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