It Is Enough To Destroy Life
do not delve on meanings
if you really have to enjoy this life
on the desert sands somewhere in Egypt
we do not trace the roots of the sea
the tragedies of the oasis
the life span of the date palm
the ways and means of the Tigris Euphrates
we are here to view the moon
through the glasses in our hands
filled with rose
wine.
click my glass with your glass
cheers! Salud!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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