Desire of a Flower

Aug 29
22:22

2007

John Sharp

John Sharp

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Passions will move like the wind, desire will burn like flames until there is nothing left.

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Desire of a FlowerOur passions moved like the wind.Desire burned like flames until there was nothing left.The scent of her and the smell of a flower,Desire of a Flower Articles for me, are as one.The long lasting memory of her touch, her taste, fuels my burning heart, after what seems like eons.To know, and to have, but too of lost is a pain and a joy of moments long passed into the hopelessness of need.Fate moves her hand in unfair ways.Looking, seeking, asking, but never finding; is a rode for thedammed.Hoping, trusting, being, is the path for the meek, for someday, someway, somehow I will find the desire, of a flower, once more.

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