
A poem about Morocco
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 151 - Published: 07-21-06 - id: 2215860
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Morocco
The towering turrets,
They call to me.
As if they are calling my name
The country of oases,
And deserts combined.
Morocco, I long to see you again.
The great medinas,
They stand out to me.
'tis in my mind they stay.
The country of oases,
And deserts combined.
Morocco, I long to see you again.
The 2-story brick houses
Provide me with a sense of home,
Though I live in the USA
The country of oases,
And deserts combined.
Morocco, I long to see you again.
The friends that I've made,
'tis with them, for summers
yet to come, I wish to stay.
The country of oases,
And deserts combined.
Morocco, I long to see you again.
The country I love so much,
The beaches, the cities.
While here, I can't complain.
The country of oases,
And deserts combined.
Morocco, I long to see you again.
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