To wake up with Rosemary
Surrounding my senses
In purple and blue flowers
At sunrise
In the desert
I
need to have slept
Under
the vast skies
The
night before
And remember
How the waves never die
On the white beaches
Of the bluest sea
Where
I spent my youth
And
left it there
For
it was spent
To wake up with Rosemary
With fragrance of days past
In purple and blue flowers
Next to the bluest of seas
I
should have dreamt
The
night before
Under
the vast skies
Of
the burning desert
July 11, 2019
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2019
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