Non-Erotic PoetryDrifting Sands~Shimmering sands,
drifts of air.
the desert is crossed
and angel's there.
I come from the North
all cold and frosty.
Unheal My mind, take My soul
Nurture it
like a fragile glass.
when the fires of your
eyes burn for others,
will you spare a thought
for One you hold.
that ball of earth
pressed hard in your hands
Open
and see where you have
Taken Me ~
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