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Sahara Desert

Sacred oven like heat
A place where mirages thrive
Desert winds bloom high
Dreaming of rainfall, I pray
Tic Toc, that rain will quench

By Susan Mills

Copyright © Susan Mills | Year Posted 2010

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June 23, 2010 at 2:07 PM

What an interesting perspective. I really like the last line. Thank you for sharing your poem with us and for your kind words on mine. Karen

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June 5, 2010 at 8:20 AM

Nice Tanka, enjoyed the impulse thought of being stranded & deserted, I feel thirsty all of a sudden. Enjoyed,..p.d.

Doris Culverhouse

June 4, 2010 at 4:35 AM

Enjoyed reading this poem, I saw the Prince of persia and this reminds me of the sand storms.

Andrea Dietrich

June 2, 2010 at 2:00 PM

REALLY nice, Susan!! My haiku was a true one. that poor little quail. His moma would not come back for him! Luv, andrea

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