There is a Desert

the autumn's petals, are falling now,,,

winds, unsuspected, spreading the secrets

vain words from the heart

blue mist resting on the mountain,

here I placed my sacred rites

cold nights,,,

there,
I rest my sad eyes of lilac,,,

I delight ,

in this primal wilderness,

where I am now,,,

ah, the deserted streets,,,

and the petals falling like the monsoon in June

blue mist

beauty

mild

protecting me from the world outside.

Deise Puga

Pic from Dragon