Tafagag

Arbre-du-tenere-1961

Arbre du Ténéré by Michel Mazeau

You, there, Tafagag,
with sun between your limbs…
What say you
of the Sands,
which burn your roots?
What of the caravan
and their speak of the sea?
Who sees you
when Ra sails
with the moon in his wake?
The night wraps its chill
about your leaves,
and you are the only one
in the Ténéré.

~ryas

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      1. And you, pal. Please send me a private message on FB or email with your address, I have a copy of my book I would very much like to send you. Best wishes as always 🙂

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