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Twisting, turning, tangling themselves into limber,
Beautiful to behold, green, spiny looking, amazinglysoft to the eyes.Holding it closely with a vision of acuity and artfulappreciation.Growing, surviving in a little patch of desert, watchingover other plants in it’s vicinity.
Hearts matter in the scheme of things,
love.Adverse conditions separating it’sthoughts then putting them aright intime.
Curving around the isolation of my being,
Taking extra time to become what I need to beas I fall asleep in the interim.
A cross of life bears it’s burden.
Reaching tenderly for warmth and understanding, grasping wisps of clouds with fingers tainted by sorrow.Alive with wind-swept fury, bent upon aligning a lifetime of misery.Alighting with gentle kindness, every once in a while love seeping out, shining it’s glorious joy on anyone close enough to be touched by it.
Opening aged minds, taking them on a journey over
with antique melodies and wonderful scenery.Riding horses of imagination over desert plains,happily enjoying the freedom and vast expanse ofwide open spaces.Cacti reaching out, touching subconsciously, areasof grey matter with wonder and awe.Filling yesterday with moistened eyes of beauty,remembered dearly, close to hearts riding intosunset’s of tomorrow’s horizon.
Wrinkled in time,
between heaven and earth.Taking their worldly dutiesand trials as they comeunendingly upon them.