dear desert wind swirling your way across my face do borrow my voice on your thousand walk not for the birds nor the eggs not for the trees nor the seeds but for my beloved tell her oh tell her tell her the blanket lost its warmth the memories are no more fresh her absence resents comfort on your return dwell a nigh by her snatch me her smell wrapped in her crescent like smile for that once mirrored our souls. #poems missing someone
