19 Jun 2017
Water comes running kissing the face of the Sky
kissing the face
of the Sky
begging tomorrow
to paint the dew
to not let
the desert Rose Die
The rose of the Desert
gentle and SHY
BEWARE THE THORNS
standing BY
The dew from tomorrow
kisses the rose
with enough moisture
to SIGH
with a piece of the SKY
DRIP down all around
good roses never Die!
Beautiful poem
Nice poem.
So nice post