She stands alone in the wilderness
where the desert flowers bloom;
I write poems for her in the hope
That my words would command
her storms and splash her skin
with a dash of fine perfume.
ALONE
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She stands alone in the wilderness
where the desert flowers bloom;
I write poems for her in the hope
That my words would command
her storms and splash her skin
with a dash of fine perfume.