“Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert.”
― Michael Ondaatje,The English Patient
…As among dunes you can only see God or who you want. To see.
No assault to the imagination. No questions and whispers by people.
Only the wind carries wishes afar.
A poem soaring above the dunes brings the clarity of music and has the speed of sound.
And we get to see the glassy shine of Orion…
Love among deserts is never the same.
Part of magic deserts by Ivan Fedorovich Choultse.
