Silence drifts from my belongings, <br />like a wave it's consumed in one breath, <br />the voices, coming from the sands in the dessert, <br /> heat pulsing through every grain, inhaling and submerging, you can feel its weakness and power, calmness and rage, <br />every grain marked with gold; <br /> <br />Cactus filled with all the nectar stands alone like a painting, looking, <br />observing the sparkles shimmering in immense heat, <br />In the Desert.<br /><br />Kasia Fedyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-desert-11/
