Deep in my lonesome heart;
Of its forsaken desert
Growing a thorny swollen cactus,
Cannot be touched by your tactus.
"Come closer to its drought-
Alone, a heart with no doubt
To feel the spiny pains of this heart".
touching me as I read, you work keeps me thinking..such a good thing..blessings..
Lovely..and getting your thoughts across in so few lines.. Made me think...About the beauty and the beast..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So this is a reply for desert rose? hahahahaha....Vipins the poem just cool, not hot like desert. Cactus is awesome plant, with the waxy cuticles, it can storage water and used for people who need, lost in desert...Nothing in this world is useless...the spikes, just for protection..it wont harm you hahaha..Nice write Vipins, keep it up, stay bright! _Unwritten Soul