The Beauty of Creation

Many days,
Many stary nights,
Many lights on, but no one in sight
A paper and a pen is my only true friends
They stay quiet and tamed,
They listen to what I have to say
They absorb my secrets and never tell a soul
I have a hole im my heart from the many ones before
But that is the past,
And this is the present
I’ll let you go with no hesitation
A blue rose in my hand as I walk through the desert
Singing out loud
With a true lady’s gesture


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