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Desert Nights 11 A mirage of dancing waterRipples ghostly shapesAs shadows deepenAnd lengthen in the lingering Desert nightsThe A..

The Awakening When did my senses start to fill With overflowing like the trickle of A gentle stream over mossy ferns Gat..

the thread of evermore links children holding each other hearts inseparable as twins in play grounds of arabian knights and ..

Wisteria Moon Clothe me in that sweet silky sunrise and I will clothe you in the beauty of the dayWe"ll make love ‘neath wis..

The old lady looked into the mirror Searching for the girl she used to be Then..

Gilding the Lily Oh, bite your velvety lips Victorian girlTo give your s..

GLOSAHeart, we will forget him! You and I, tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. By Emily Dickenson ****..

My ‘glory-box' remains now as a storage boxFor books to read one dayThe outside aged and worn over the yearsThe original purpose of ..

Dream a little dream of me In the dark and slinky night Plant your kisses on my neck until I shiver with delight ~Down limbs run you..

A Garden of Thorns A blue rose bush stands in her garden of thorns…. a little faded, a little jaded. Her beauty once admired in..