Whispering winds Out across the Sinai Desert Somewhere in Egypt Camels marching Beyond the pyramids Black lined eyes Mocking beneath shifting veils I hear the voices Calling to me The Depths of Darkness Mysteries Here the camels travel Endless lines across the sands Their little bells tinkle In the star studded night Swaying dancers Kick the sands From the highest dunes As the cruel sun rises The camels spit and hiss The Egyptians come Speaking verbal hieroglyphics Somehow I understand And when he reaches out to me So dark - So exotic I take the offered hand
Interesting and definitely conjures a clear image of the desert and its exotic allure. I can see the camels wondering slowly across the dunes with veiled maidens and brown-skinned men upon their backs. Cool desert nights filled with the sounds of the middle east and visions of bare stomachs swaying in rhythm.
Interesting and definitely conjures a clear image of the desert and its exotic allure. I can see the camels wondering slowly across the dunes with veiled maidens and brown-skinned men upon their backs. Cool desert nights filled with the sounds of the middle east and visions of bare stomachs swaying in rhythm.
Very very exotic. Sounds like someone who lost out in the desert. Love the whole feel of this poem. Almost seems to take place in a time gone by. Love it!
Cool. Well done poem. Great job creatively. Love the feel to this. Very cool pen on this poem of Egypt and Egyptians, with you taking the hand to romance at the end.
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