A dry and dusty winter,
the wind blows long and slow,
through lips of desert splendor,
Zephyr’s breath bestows,
falling frost like manna,
tongues of steel surmise,
taste is not so tender
when love’s been denied.

S.K.Lindeman©2010 NY USA

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