Afghanistan
we settled in dark caves
calm gestures a quiet nave
my back against a mauve sky
was this the place where I should
die my pale tired skin
in cased in stones left with
only memories as hot sand
crawled across my face no letters no
paper no pens in this place silence
arose the sun cried while
red clouds fell whispering never tell
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2011
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