Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

the desert and the rain

24 April 2013

the desert and the rain

 

desolate,

endless sameness,

wind-swept,

tortured landscape,

dust-blown dunes …

 

life adapted to cruel mirages

… and extremes.

scorching,

unrelenting daylight,

mind-numbing,

nighttime cold,

a gnawing loneliness,

where even God seems

deaf to your screams …

 

And then … the rain …

 

I am the desert … you, my rain.

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24 April, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry |

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