All of me
French International School, Casper Shum, Poetry: Group 2
I am the North of the Gobi Desert.
The cold dark winds
and the icy cold sand,
with a snowy beast, roaming the ground.
I am the East of the Gobi Desert.
Hot and cold,
a jack of all trades,
packed with a variety of creatures
I am the South of the Gobi desert.
The oven of the desert.
parched and dry,
ridden of plants and life.
I am the West of the Gobi Desert.
The twin of the east,
from freezing to boiling,
and a sandpit of existence.
As you can see, I am the Gobi Desert,
a trail of traders,
the everlasting sandpit,
and a world of my own.
