Let us speak
Of Persian carpets
We will take flight
Multicoloured into light.
Way above the camel caravans
The whirling swirl of shifting sands.
There are flowers here
Among the jaded and the sere.
Choice magenta petalled fire
Scented Cedar bark of Tyre.
In the shaded garden out of reach
The desert Rose and amaryllis peach.
On this piece of barren ground
A touch of jasmine may be found.
Here searching for the light
I found it
Just out of sight.
JL March 25 13:45
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