Envelop within their palm
Delicate desert flower
Within itself there is much power
Yet like the lotus upon the water
Shifting petals filled with dew
It stands in poise with life anew
Its very pristine innocence conceals
That which thrives inside
The still small beating heart
That nobody hears
Concealed quietly from outer fears
Lest someone should notice
The dried up tears
My desert flower in solitude
In pure white sands upon the mesa
I am the tumbleweed that rolls by
Briefly capturing the flowers eye
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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