Guillermo Veloso

Rookie - 405 Points (September 25 1962 / New York City)

Berbers - Poem by Guillermo Veloso

Reaching over dunes in the sandstorm that is our lives
We pitch our tents apart, lit by a desert sun that burns the sky
I sleep alone, far from the disdain of cold skin
Once we knew each other, like a brief desert shower
But in the swirling sirocco stained with red Saharan dust,
We were lost
Now we are Berbers, nomads of love
And home is never in sight


Comments about Berbers by Guillermo Veloso

  • Rookie Terence George Craddock (3/29/2013 10:56:00 PM)

    Nice poem nice lines, thoughts I have also enjoyed with an eye to wanderlust. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 30, 2014


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