in the hot desert wild
on the high chaparral
the desert blooms a sweet flower
the whispering bell
the color of cream
on a pendulous stark
when stirred by the breeze
it seems she can talk
she whispers her secrets
until she is done
then just withers away
in the hot desert sun
- Author: willyweed ( Offline)
- Published: July 15th, 2016 09:59
- Category: Nature
- Views: 38
Comments4
THANKS WW ~ C'est la vie ! BRIAN
what ever will be with be I appreciate you Brian..
A beautiful poem, wonderful flow!
Thank you kind Sir! I like this one myself! peace Daniel! ww
Great poem
Thanks Tony! I appreciate you! ww
Welcome
such a beautiful poem...really loved this:)
Thank you!
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