Short Poem
Sunbeams crash on skin
Blinding eyes with sin.
Talking heads prevail
Winds that gust and gale.
Pale skin turned dark in light
Cleansed flesh, clear of blight.
Alone we are not, in this desert
Company makes loneliness inert.
Sunbeams crash on skin
Blinding eyes with sin.
Talking heads prevail
Winds that gust and gale.
Pale skin turned dark in light
Cleansed flesh, clear of blight.
Alone we are not, in this desert
Company makes loneliness inert.