He was an oasis
in the palm of her hand
What tears she tasted
testing for truth
Were just desserts
wet & wild
Acid dates from bitter rain
He was an oasis
in the palm of her hand
What tears she tasted
testing for truth
Were just desserts
wet & wild
Acid dates from bitter rain
Such a great contrast~ very well written.
Thank you Pi, very kind. praise from you is taken to mean high standard.
Denise, it’s not just about that – I know you write beautifully. You were and always be a very special someone ~ someday, I hope you can accept me back. I miss you and I truly mean it.
pi atm i’m just tired. okay .later