Desert Rose: Part 2A Poem by PPThe Midnight Drama!Faint rattles from underneath; she could hear.. Like a riverlet oozing out from its source.. The sand ...has never felt so cold Is it the sign of the Rose afterall..? Under the rocks that she lay Is there the life she's awaited ? Does the gravel beneath her bosom; Hold the immortal petals of gold..? In an anxious spur of tension and a spin of anxiety.. She swallows hope With a distinct gulp of positivity.. With not a moment to spare.. She takes out the sword.. She ravages through the boulders that was once her temporary sleeping spot.. Then she sees... A very thin stream of water She is overjoyed.. Desert has its own language She could feel chatting with it in her silent voice.. The smell was divine Like perfume made from dissolved souls of beautiful men and women The scent of aromatic 'life' She couldn't resist the sniff As she touched the slightly wet sand bay.. On her knees, she creeped to follow the trail.. At the end of the rainbow..there is the pot of gold they say.. But... Her heart sank ocean deep Almost abandoned her body and drifted away.. When she realised the source of her excitement was a little hole in her sheepskin water jacket... Midnight desert's drama.. What a scene she has created.. There were no voices of applause!!' Only silent trickle of sweat.. © 2014 PPReviews
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5 Reviews Added on May 14, 2013 Last Updated on February 27, 2014 AuthorPPLeeds, United KingdomAboutRead between the lines, Cos I don't talk straight. I might intrigue you/ confuse you/ cross you I might love you/ appreciate you/ addict you Depends on my mood of the day! more..Writing
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