Domi Marchewka Poet I do not know?

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1.06.2008

Forgive me, dear friend
You will not understand
This desert has no soul

And I feel like a sand grain -
Just one among the few 
Who outlive the hot sun -
Just one, stripped of my pride
The same as every one.

Forgive me, dear friend 
But you cannot persuade me
To stay where time has stopped

For I must be a raindrop -
And since the world goes on,
So strictly unchangable -
There is no room for rain
Amidst hot ancient sands...

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February 9, 2009 at 11:31 AM There is much for the reader to think about in this poem. Nice use of time and sand to convey your thoughts in a creative way. Nice job! Karen