Blue warmth
By thespin
A desert flower dying in the sun. The stem barely supporting it. Dead Sea eyes. Soiled petals of blue on a field of gray. A decaying blossom waiting to be nurtured. Embracing the American flag with Christ crucified secured between her breast. She walks our barren wasteland. Blinding sun, visions of horrors. Patches of blue caught up in memories. Innocents playing among the dead. A fence of thorns. The smell of gas. Mounds of bleached bones. She remembers. She blesses everything blue in her travels. Blue is peace. Blue is sky. Blue is loving and warmth. Blue is the lady in whose arms she hides. A desert flower blooming in a cobalt sun.Any comment is welcomed. Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 07:50 AM PST 0 • 13
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"A desert flower dying in the sun...."