CAN THE HANDS OF TIME TICK MY THOUGHTS TO YOU CAN THE MORNING SUN MY WISH TO YOU WHISPER CAN THE SKIES TURN BLUE THE HEAVENS BRING RAINS OF YOUR CHARMING VOICE THE PURE RADIANCE OF YOUR SMILE MY SNOWY FACE IT MELTS IN YOUR EYES I SEE OASIS OF HOPE FOR MY DESERT HEART LONG FORLORN OF THIRST CAN ONLY FORGET MY FANGS OF PAIN AND SOULFUL GRIEF TO SAY THE LEAST THAT MY DESERT FLOWER TURNS.. EVERGREEN AGAIN
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
IT PAINS SOMETIMES, WHEN A GOOD PAT ON THE BACK ONLY RECIEVES A SPITE ON THE FACE .