#44 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54 Numbers’) Poem by Peter S. Quinn
#44 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54 Numbers’)
I'm moving down desolation row,
Where dessert winds of mind blow;
Burned loves in oblivion go,
This is how it goes.
Flying kites in cloudy sky;
Trusting words that don't say goodbye;
I have done what I could try,
Passions with its foes.
Scanning pictures moment’s thoughts,
Unloading affection lots;
Skimping all those temper plots,
Torn from a red rose.
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