Desert*
Desert
Dry unfriendly
Hot rocks cook all lifeless
Burning sun, cold numbing nights
Leaving little choice for grace or a death
Quickly or slowly, it is sure
Descending completely
Causing all to
Desert.
*heteronym/rictameter
Desert*
Desert
Dry unfriendly
Hot rocks cook all lifeless
Burning sun, cold numbing nights
Leaving little choice for grace or a death
Quickly or slowly, it is sure
Descending completely
Causing all to
Desert.
*heteronym/rictameter
Hiporlacking commented on Desert*
12-06-2009
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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