Unencumbered of Soul

Unencumbered of soul,

we tread these dunes like spiders. 

I have tasted of the sands

of bitterness, and found them to be sweet. 

I have returned to the domain

of my exile, and laughed

in exultation at my woes. 


The Lord has been with me, yea,

for I have come back again

unto this place of


forging out of campfire and sky

the Music of my longing. 




White Sands

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Endless Writer © Ata Zargarof 2018


BC, Canada