Wednesday, August 23, 2006


I’ve walked across a
Desert of heat and
Ghosts. Decades rolled
Into nothingness alongside
Of night. At last I came upon
A door. Your smile welcomed
My knock, but the door
Remained shut. I have no
Choice, but to sit firm and
Wait. The time of walking has
Passed. Until your door
Opens, I’ll linger in this
Desert, burning with

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