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Under Desert Tears

Posted by [email protected] on September 30, 2011 at 2:50 AM Comments comments (2)

Sometimes I feel emotions tip-toeing through my soul and now to capture its essence and bring them to exhale:

Fly though masked wings

Pass through beds of fury with peaceful strings

Play with the city of violins

Where there is no comment, no silence, and no poppies

My teeth have died without substance

I smell you- you are near

Your love fan spirals through the soul of hardened, muffled leaves

I feel you, I see you, My Love and now we sleep.


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