Desert Of Memories
The desert blooms where your tears have quietly fallen
Each grain of sand a story that's unspoken
Your laughter lingers in the jasmine-scented breeze,
A perfume of memories,delicate,broken
Time drifts slowly,yet the past remains
In the shadows of evening,in hearts that are woken.
The candle gutters,yet it's warmth stays alive,
Illuminating the pain that is softly tokened.
In every fleeting hour,your spirit is near,
Pheko,Youngest Son Of Lizzy
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