A half lit dune
chisels himself on wind
in gracefully arched seams.
Sands print their flowing tones
with shadowscapes of wave-like textures.
Fading layers of high and dry mountains,
peak up in rock-strewn landforms
and scattered water ponds like broken glass
mirror slivers of sculpture in stone.
As desert goats grazing on loose ends of a bush
find respite under its confined shade,
I realize the beauty of arid landscapes ---
Beauty, that comes to those
who mould their selfless souls
to become one.
with the earth.
~ through the deserted wadis of Oman...
chisels himself on wind
in gracefully arched seams.
Sands print their flowing tones
with shadowscapes of wave-like textures.
Fading layers of high and dry mountains,
peak up in rock-strewn landforms
and scattered water ponds like broken glass
mirror slivers of sculpture in stone.
As desert goats grazing on loose ends of a bush
find respite under its confined shade,
I realize the beauty of arid landscapes ---
Beauty, that comes to those
who mould their selfless souls
to become one.
with the earth.
~ through the deserted wadis of Oman...
nice one.. i like the dune shape of the poem ;)
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