The clouds have mixed their cotton
with sand from the desert
Like ripe grapes,
the drops are sown in the fertile land
Someday
it will bloom,
the desert flower
planted by the longing of the Bedouin
to the sea
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by Dessy Tsvetkova / August 28th, 2022
The clouds have mixed their cotton
with sand from the desert
Like ripe grapes,
the drops are sown in the fertile land
Someday
it will bloom,
the desert flower
planted by the longing of the Bedouin
to the sea
This article was posted on Sunday, August 28th, 2022 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.
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