Kushi in the Sand
Holy Family Canossian College, Ho Yan Ping Alva, Poetry: Group 3
Her curly hair is black like ink.
Those sparkling eyes with a little wink.
Here blows the bracing brutal wind,
Kushi is her name the gale melodically screams.
On the blazing sand her tip tap toes dance,
Spinning like a phoenix flying in the sky.
A tiny hand bell in her soft hand holds.
I’ve found the girl of fire in the Gobi,
The beauty of the burning rose.
