Walk with me
Through hamsin and melting air,
Talk to me,
I will hear your despair,
Markers of inequality,
Uncertainty,
Rough words
And a burning silence.
This place is the opposite
To emerald highlands.
Walk with me
And simply watch
Magenta sundown,
The sky in a pomegranate gown,
The city of temples
And black shadows around.
My gods are different
But in a trip let me know
You were admiring Petra,
You've been dreaming,
Falling asleep so quiet and slow.
Petra dream
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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