The Desert Poem by rich soos

The Desert



has no sweet jasmine
scents at night as the friendly
blood seeps through the war


from Fiddlin' Around (2003)

Monday, December 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: blood,desert
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rich soos

rich soos

Passaic, NJ USA
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