Desert Flower

You appear at night, cool before the dawn –

in a distant timezone, the air still warm.

You call me angel, yet who are you?

Your words convoluted, strange grammar galore.

I saw your strain, your stress to burst free,

to break forth, but still be.

And I hear your heart through written words,

and still you share with me.

Who is saving who? Or is it just happenstance –

a quick skip of a moment, through life’s dance?

Desert Flower, you feel the earth’s call.

Act now, fear not and take your chance.


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