I am the Sphinx

Is it time for seasonal reflection?
but no not on this day
I am the Sphinx in the desert
facing the ever sun
with beauty in the sands
so they say, but for me
a rogue on the road
I have no pure thoughts
to give elegance to a message
the blue winds blow through me
shallow and with contempt
wisped away as the days
shorten to fine blades
whirling laterally
until up on the heath
creatures move in the hollow silence
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Posted: Aug 2023

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southmiami4321online today!
Oceanzest, seems you are carrying the Sphinx on your passenger seat, it may ask you to guess one of its riddles; right there you have a challenge..... Nice intriguing poem. SM doh
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