MY DESERT FLOWER

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 .

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