Ghostly whispers among desert sand
So barren and dry along this land
Creatures gathered in a strand
This earth crumbling beneath the damned
Death wanes in tattered cloth
Blistering sun, not hard to get lost
Spirits rise from dust and exhaust
they haunt the sand until they have crossed
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Author:
Ethan Mikel StAmour (
Offline) - Published: November 8th, 2025 04:33
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
I have been to the desert and walked through it and this poem paints its picture well. Loved it. It feels vaguely familiar like a home that has been left for a long time.
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