a desert turn green

I saw a desert turn green.
But no letters today, and the phone rang out.
I picked up a pen so I did not scream.
I made it rhyme, so I would not shout.

I looked out the window in the night,
as she left me in a dream.
I could see things clear from the moonlight
I saw a desert turn green.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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