Barren Desert Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Barren Desert



Looking into the barren desert sky, feeling an invisible arid breeze
touching my face, warming it into a sweat, yet the breeze blends and
cools down my forehead.

A wonderful way to cool down in an Arizona desert, a tantalizing and
captivating desire being fulfilled within, as life continues to live
in this barren desert here in Phoenix, Arizona.

Monday, October 9, 2017
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