Wasteland
By 1stpoet
Wasteland I am wasteland devoid of life. My heart is glacial, my body a parched oak; limbs creak with movement. Emotions seem like a mirage for only arid winds drive thoughts like a dust storm. What hope is there for transformation? A garden to be reborn. The words “I love you”, whispered upon my dust covered ear. My heart melts glacial run-off streams from clouded eyes. Pools form in cracked hands, the tap roots feed, limbs again move And bend towards the sunlight of your smile. The warmth returns my emotions To Eden. William Dawes August 2000 copyrightAugust 2000, Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 05:43 AM PST 0 • 12
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