Invalides, Paris

The golden dome of Invalides that contains both Napoleon's tomb and the Army Museum.

Deserts That Dance In My Mind: Poem

DESERTS THAT DANCE IN MY MIND

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Endless walks, nothing at all in sight;

Nothing and nobody in sight.

My mind, still and

Oblivious to the external world, scorched and

Silent, walked , walked, walked on.

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People with pasts have memories to keep them warm

And others, have nothing more to say.

The mind, like a furnace, clings to the air

To burn, to burn, to burn bright.

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There are deserts that dance in my mind

Strange, irreal and almost divine.

They beckon, they chase me from reason

As I circle in the vast nowhere, somewhere, everywhere.

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Copyright: Rani Turton