Desert Rose: Part 3A Poem by PPThis one is called 'The Rising'...Another night It's her pride In the desert she rose To a great good height.. One foot-step after another miles to conquer There she goes again Unaware of what is waiting in the end.. Not even one gallant man ever known to desert tribes Have returned alive From the pastures where heaven confronts In orbital display over The land of the Unknown.. There they hold fortunes of every man, women and child In their circular stride the planets revolve Whizzing up each one's life as they go along.. There she was with terrible anticipation Her future they behold of the coming to know.. She has to touch their soul.. Protect her own from being intertwined with many others That live within.. The road to the revelation Is a game of no faint heart.. A struggle that can only be felt It is an unseen battle.. Pain of dying men Sorrows of centuries Treasures and luxuries She will walk past them all.. of all the consuming feelings she has to guard her own... The ghost lights will bear The vision of her goal: Her task is to follow the ghost Let not a spec of thought touch past her imagination.. Or otherwise; She will be forever trapped In somebody else's world.. Sucked into and carried away to somewhere no one knows of.. Inspiration: Amrit Singh To be continued... © 2014 PPAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on May 19, 2013 Last Updated on February 27, 2014 AuthorPPLeeds, United KingdomAboutRead between the lines, Cos I don't talk straight. I might intrigue you/ confuse you/ cross you I might love you/ appreciate you/ addict you Depends on my mood of the day! more..Writing
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