Take Me To Samarkand

There are roots that lead from there to here

blood ties, familial, ancestral

old.

Centuries of history,

mine and yours.

It all goes back to Samarkand.

The stone-fort, rock town,

asmara kand;

take me to see Gur-i-Amir

the vaults and gardens,

blue yurts, mourning in color

and purpose. And water,

streaming, limited.

Take me to see Samarkand,

for he is resting there;

the barbarian from whose

line we come.

Samarkand, where our stories began.

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