By Charles Robert Lindholm
September 24, 2022
#165 POETRY =
November 8, 2017
YOU ARE MY OASIS
June 14, 2012
Sleeping Alone
I sleep in a desert, empty and expansive,
lying awake I cannot help but relive
those times when on a regular basis
you would transform my sands into an oasis.
Lush green forests would grow
and I would bask in your golden glow
unaware that as quick as the flick of a butterfly wing
your love would become a short, sharp sting.
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