Written by: nette onclaud

BRONZE STONE Along the timeless praise of deep Egyptian sands where old men knew, one favored by the gods and when this stone arose the hymns chimed through dusts for sacred bronze Sphinx Trailing here as my eyes danced in full wonder, breaths heaved temporarily in long wisps a part of me somehow ripped when its face spoke traces of Pharaohs’ myth ‘ ‘’’’’ ‘ Written for Craig Cornish's Guzzically Inspired