For you Guest Book
By Myra Lochner
banished to the desert of desolated dreams: crying stoned tears; screaming those screams of anguish and loneliness; of pain and of hurt ... suffocated and gasping in dust and in dirt ... call for the coolness of tenderly touch; reach out to fresh raindrops to wash off the dust; listen to lover's sweet whispers and songs: return to this Heaven where an Angel belongs ... myra 23.02.2002 . * * * * * * * * * * * * for a dear friend >>> * * * * * * * * * * * * .Sometimes tears become fresh rain, which washes away the dust of desolution ... Written March 23rd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 04:10 PM PST, Myra Lochner 10 • 0 • 12
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"banished to the desert ..."