ZANZIBAR

By TheShyAssassin

Wed, 06 Feb 2019

2 comments

The anchor is hauled but the ports still remembered.

The spice-lemon salads of Zanzibar town,

And charcoal-melt lamb in Old Agadir.

Farewell the sweet coffee of Marrakesh souks.

Goodbye the dense fragrance of Araby’s myhhr.

For the time has now come, I must sail again.

So hoist the sail high, let the wind taut the sheets.

And set the prow bravely, for a land not yet seen.

And scan the horizon for futures unwritten.

For the time has now come, we must sail again.

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Permalink Submitted by Nolan on Fri, 2019-02-08 15:53

Sounds great! Have you been in Zanzibar? It sounds like the paradise they say it is.

Nolan &

Permalink Submitted by TheShyAssassin on Sat, 2019-02-09 01:03

Nah, just a vivid iUsed to live in Saudi though...:-)