Nothing is more real than nothing
There is no escape from dying
With open eyes, flying down
lying on the ground..
The silence is coming
Thru the end of nothing
Thru the icy azure of clouds
Thru the watching crowds
Thru your inner believes
Thru the music of golden leaves
Thru your vibrant dreams
Thru the waves of ocean blues
Thru the candles light at nights
I See is a desert flower of old days
like a shadow that I cannot catch
It reflects nothing at all to watch.
I close my eyes and leaf drops dead,
I lift my lids and it is blooming again
For someone new to come
To write the name of love
Somewhere in the desert place.
Desert Flower
© Copyright: Регина Арден, 2018
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