Greetings from the Motherland.
I am Sesheta, heir of an ancient scribe.
I touched Egypt’s history.
Found a Word that stood alone.
I laid it down on a page,
Grows stronger by me hanging on.
Ideas that take flight,
On the wings of Poetry.
Greetings from the Motherland.
I am Sesheta, heir of an ancient scribe.
I touched Egypt’s history.
Found a Word that stood alone.
I laid it down on a page,
Grows stronger by me hanging on.
Ideas that take flight,
On the wings of Poetry.
