Oh, she knew that wild flowers didn't grow in the desert for long --
that their bright faces would soon all be gone.
But there was something about seeing her Peacock Pavilions
in the yellow petaled haze....
The early morning birds singing....
The dew soaking her running shoes....
This little moment. A poem coursing....
Click on the pic and feel like you are almost there....
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PS Kind person traveling to Marrakech from the US desperately needed. Pls, oh pls, contact maryam (at) mtds.com. Shoukran.
