This is a desert
there is an old clay building
there is the legacy of sand
the horizon
the sand beaten walls
their dialogue
the color
the shape of the breeze cutting into everything
there is a ghost
there is man
there is the world
turning
and there is this memory, from somewhere else in man, on the globe belonging, owned, by you


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I felt obliged being a newbie to start a thread
here it is
please comment... :

-uuu

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I'm sorry about the last post, that was my friend messing around.

Lovely poem by the way!
I like the way you used repetition for the first word in each line. I also like the way you bring everything together in the end.

My friend says she likes that you mentioned the desert.
Keep up the great writing!