On The Barrenness Of The Desert
it does not mean that on that arid desert
where barrenness defines itself
in an ocean of sand
a space of heat
a huge territory of howling silence,
be surprised when soon you stop and look upon a little patch
a very tiny violet flower says
love lives here
love lives here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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