A dream of if

A dream of if

Fountains play in cool courtyards,
the call of exotic birds,
sand caught in the folds of bright cloth
hangings, blowing in hot winds,

a horse galloping,
hooves raising yellow dust,
red leather bridle, silver bells,

and I โ€˜d drink the desert dry,
all the shimmering waters of Arabia,
if it would wash the past clean.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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