An artesian spring
of sorrow,
gushes forth with tears.
Sands of time,
sears my hope.
The sun
falls heavy upon me,
as my parched lips
kisses love goodbye.
How can life be so cruel,
as to tease,
with delicious smiles,
and twinkling blues,
then place a distance
between us-
A desert,
that kills our love,
before it has a chance
to bloom?
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Comments: 12
sands of time searing your hope.. I can close my eyes and see it.
I think it is absolutely wonderful
most beautiful i have read here
im speechless
an image
so beautifully drawn
like an artist with his brush...