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Dreaming Reality by Samuel Singh In my sleep I saw my native land once hopeful. Soil oozing with life, trees indicating with each other aiming at the sun Wallaba and Greenheart like sentinels sentries of the land. On the meandering coast flowers blossomed and courida bushes stood guard. Kiskidee and Blue saki spoke with blended voices no man could replicate. A humming bird darted in the fragrant air for nectar in a thousand bouquets. The waters bubbled in brooks and flowed in rivers; This land of many waters. The sight seduced me and I went there to be enfolded by the greenery sheltered by the skies. Then, I awoke tears tainted my eyes and I wept at my loss. My paradise was no more, it was touched by me. FROM MY VOICE - REPRINTED WITH PERMISSION |
(GUYANA, 1927-1997) |
CEARA - BRAZIL |
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Sand swirls, whips and blinds consuming all in its way. Vast, greedy sand dunes. HAIKU POEM ROSALIENE BACCHUS |
SAND DUNES |
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