Oh contemplative one

Bent Pyramid

at Dhashour South of Giza

 

crouched on his haunches

and his shadow

protected in loose clothing

shadows and sand

a blue sky, a white waft of cloud

and the complete stillness

predestined to labour

his heart seemed as loud

as it ever was

the grandeur, the form

extemporisation

the heat and the murmuring

Light wafting flawlessness

primed and unparallelled

propitiously.

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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