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Sahara Desert

Sacred oven like heat A place where mirages thrive Desert winds bloom high Dreaming of rainfall, I pray Tic Toc, that rain will quench By Susan Mills

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Date: 6/23/2010 2:07:00 PM

What an interesting perspective. I really like the last line. Thank you for sharing your poem with us and for your kind words on mine. Karen

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Date: 6/5/2010 8:20:00 AM

Nice Tanka, enjoyed the impulse thought of being stranded & deserted, I feel thirsty all of a sudden. Enjoyed,..p.d.

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 6/4/2010 4:35:00 AM

Enjoyed reading this poem, I saw the Prince of persia and this reminds me of the sand storms.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/2/2010 2:00:00 PM

REALLY nice, Susan!! My haiku was a true one. that poor little quail. His moma would not come back for him! Luv, andrea