the night plys me
as the wild rose
bittersweet & soft
touching tender
upon my soul
to pull the words
ensconced
to lay them gently
upon the page
no longer a mirage
a desert vast expanse
a dry parched
languid breath
it touches me
transformed and cool
a night breeze
to which i now dance
© September 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File and Digitized by Myself
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