My peaceful desertA Poem by SleeplessVolcano
The storehouses of heaven
must have run out of mountains and dozens of hues of green the day God made my desert so he made up for it and planted in its hot sands a quiet peace sweeping over the dunes whispering life for the wanderer able to listen with the ears of heaven. © 2018 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 5, 2018 Last Updated on March 5, 2018 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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