Under the Palm Tree
sitting in the shade of a palm tree
came here seeking for answers
from modern cities,I flee
to the bosom of my ancestors
up to the blue bed,rising my dusted eye
on the horizon to the west
to the shining sun where it lie
knights on horseback,rising dust
hunting for phantoms so thirsty
for life battles will last
want nothing less than victory
everything is passing by me so fast
sands tickling my face,whispering "hey"
wake up it is end of the day
Copyright © Arabian Poet | Year Posted 2015
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