Thinking of Manhattan
What is it like to live in a desert-
Bereft of those pleasures of life
That cannot be found in a desert?
You got me thinking of dear life
In the barren sands of the desert
You got me thinking of dear life
You got me thinking of sand dunes
The fighting claws of the desert
You got me thinking of sand dunes
You got me thinking of camels
The lonely ships of the desert
You got me thinking of camels
You got me thinking of the oases
The craggy fountains of the desert
You got me thinking of the oases
You got me thinking of dates
The sweet dates of the desert
You got me thinking of dates
But with the onset of the harmattan
The parching hot winds of the desert
I cannot but think of dear Manhattan.
Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013
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