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Taste Ghazni (Free verse) by eliastemplar

Dry, dusty, and shimmering hot. Sometimes there is an insence like aroma of burning cedar and roasting meat, more often the streets reek of human and animal waste. Dust coats everything, dulls everything to different shades of brown and grey. The ghostlike berkas the women wear look like puddles left behind by the cloudless Afghan sky.

malpaso 16-Jan-09/5:20 PM
loved the part about the berkas and the puddles....enhances the whole theme of timelessness and that kind of subtle power




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