Unkind desert
the taker of life.
The moon yet rises
granting small blessings.
Queen of the night,
your buds yet smiling,
reaching for fleeting lovers
before daybreak.
Cloaked in darkness
the blooms fall
as the sun wakens
rekindling the sands.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesíaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
