Jesus James Llorico
Desert Melancholy - Poem by Jesus James Llorico
'The past I hold in high esteem
Thoughts on love never leaving
As trees strained from the heat of the sun
And memories silently grieving
The winds that blows
Decides where my love will go
It may spread to east or south
And on far away fades with the sands
On this solitude...
With the waning of nature's songs
That brings back footprints
Of yesterday's melodies
There is something that I need to know
What you did that make me fall
In love, that I cannot let go
Every love that remain in silence
Always waits another time
As the winds repeat their cycles
It can differ or bring joy and rhyme.'
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