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Wednesday, September 9, 2020

My poem about my Egyptian art

 The green luscious palm trees staying a still as a stone. There is no more wind and now it turns as quiet as a mouse. The silhouette of a camel and the golden-brown pyramid staying as beautiful as always and the dead shrub that is as brown as the bark on the palm trees because of dehydration that sits still in Egypts golden sand.