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Your kiss speaks more than your words
Especially when it's with someone else
palette
russet, olive hues
yellow ochre
bird's egg blue
vastness held
within a bowl
turned over earth
to heal and hold
moisture from
the morning rain
thus the painter's
eye is trained

cadmium white
a fan-like brush
sketch mare's-tail clouds
an artist's touch
far horizon
grayish blue
a woman reclines
in the ****
her form reveals
the breasting hills
her hips the mountains
hushed and still
mid-ground
blurs of olive cacti
the saguaro
rise like hackles
Palo Verde lie in lumps
yellow flowers
bloom in clumps
point of brush
tweaks out the trees
turn of branches
stippled leaves
small are they
to catch the light
but the moisture
loss is slight
ochre foreground
brownish stones
blue-gray shadows
light source shown
grayish purple
prickly pears
ocotillo
here and there
spindly with splash of red
barrel cacti nod their heads
buff highlights
bring out the sand
thus paint creates

this desert land


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/13/2017
Spring morning after a rain.

In the desert the leaves of the trees are small so that only a slight amount of moisture is released.
My Lord I have no one else but you to look
You always look after me whenever I just fall
Give me the health and change my life book
Let me tell you that I have no one else to call

I have lost my health because I did wrong
You can being Creator help me to be right
Less you no one else is to whom I belong
Give me a streak of light as charity to bright

If I am of no use then take me away from life
For your graces sake give strength to survive
I can not remain for remaining period on knife
So help me to be healthy to gracefully thrive

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Lilac,
wind,
and
laughter.

Moments
framed
in
Time
.
 Feb 2017 Kaila Sullivan
nivek
how many injustices I have been complicit
by fact of country or silence
how many deaths of another's spirit
by holding back my anger
how many children robbed of their childhood
by buying the cheap laboured material
how many open mouths empty
by my own greediness
how many?
I slept
she kept her promise
to keep me warm.

the moon and I are old friends.
 Feb 2017 Kaila Sullivan
Jeremy
Call
 Feb 2017 Kaila Sullivan
Jeremy
Call me

Not by my name

But by the memories we made

The feelings we enslaved  

And the songs that we played

Just call me

Not tomorrow

Or next week

But call me today
Walk with me if you dare,
keep up with me if you can.
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