Desert Sands

By Sebastiaan

Again I present you with a poem.


Desert sands

Whilst the wind whistles through the sands
we try to make amends
with past in the present
for a future so pleasant.

Whilst the wind wails sandstorms
howling we find forms
of writing in our minds
together this binds

words together as if attached with strings
with more value than gold rings
they create these things
called poetry.