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In the Desert

In the Desert

Within these days when the desert's bones are almost hidden beneath the flowers of death, the temptation to be consumed by utter hopelessness threatens to smother our hearts, our minds, our weak spirits.   In the desert, when the chill of night invades every...

Memories

Memories

Fragile Lurking in the mind’s shadows Dormant seeds awaiting spring Fraying, dimming at the edges Like A mouse fleeing a hawk A decaying flower A dream unraveling Like Wind whipping where it will Wandering willfully Without asking leave Endlessly made Never unmade...

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