It was here,
where they once lived.
Where the wind now cries
as it travels the land,
looking for witnesses to listen to its sad song.
To hear the tale
of the endless sea that used to be here,
of the smell of the ocean,
that used to sweeten the desert air
Until it was consumed,
like mother’s milk
Until the sea began to vaporise into dust,
leaving behind an orphaned wind.
Now the wind has befriended the dust:
trying to form fish,
out of fleeting, momentary solar systems
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4 thoughts on “Aral Sea”
Just incredibly poignant…….
Thank you Tamara
I really like and enjoy the interesting palaver you have used in this piece. This is a great piece of literature and a great piece on geography. Thanks for combining the two. Happy weekend.
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