Holding you in my arms seems empty like air. This desert wandering lost on counting grains. It's the angels singing that revive my waters. Forgetting its life but Remembering making.
01/26/2010
Posted on 01/26/2010Copyright © 2024 Michael Defries
succint couplets speak the vastness of your lonliness and the wanderings of the desert. Remembering making, I like the phrase. smh
