DESERT OF RAIN
With dancing and merriment
Borne of the seed,
The victor rides prancing through
Forest and stream.
Sweet blossoms of memory
Quick to be seen,
Now rise to occasion of
Want from the need.
As winter winds blow the last
Breath of the day,
And folds up her skirts to make
Ready for spring,
The prince and the pauper exchange
Golden rings,
When dreams for tomorrow have
Nothing to say.
With silence for shelter and
Darkness for gain,
The windows have eyes for to
Look but not see.
Soft breezes part curtains the
Lovers to please,
But flowers shan't bloom in a
Desert of rain.
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Written for E. W. Richardson's Pieces of You challenge
Phrase: sweet blossoms of memory
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By Sharon Peeples
© 2008 Sharon Peeples
(All rights reserved)
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