Petra

Nights are long enough
to dream of Petra
without Knowing the salt of the desert
or the cold of a tomb,
leaving empty arms for morning
but a smiling memory fragment
of what was held so close
in the exploration of dreams;

we were there,
in sun and dust,
laughing over myths,
making our own stories.

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