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A PROMISE TO M
I was crafted for you long ago of bronze
Carried by Egyptians like fine silk
I was once the ankh pressed against your pain
We crossed the Nile while pharaohs slept in lotus
dreams
The desert was once our home and Cleopatra, our
Queen
While the queen courted Caesar and General
Ptolemy ruled
We clung to the fevered silver of the stars
But now is today and all is forgotten of us
A promise to M.
Written in sand
Copyright ©
William HAYNES
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