Desert Rose Wandering
Barren plains you deceive
A mirror of power that cannot be dreamed
A smile that one can receive
In a realm of which nothing had lived
O distant flower of a raging kind
A sweet sorrow traverse the soul of the traveler
Resulting to the bitterness of exquisite wine
Longing for that touch! One can only holler!
O sweet rose, lend us your gaze
I am afflicted by Arnold’s longing
Soften this otherwise frigid day
Our hearts know where we’re going
Touch me, muse of imagination
The gaudy sun is rightly envious
Let your laughter banish oblivion
While a traveler risk the impervious
Barren plains you deceive
A mirror of power that cannot be dreamed
A smile that one can receive
In a realm of which nothing had lived
O distant flower of a raging kind
A sweet sorrow traverse the soul of the traveler
Resulting to the bitterness of exquisite wine
Longing for that touch! One can only holler!
O sweet rose, lend us your gaze
I am afflicted by Arnold’s longing
Soften this otherwise frigid day
Our hearts know where we’re going
Touch me, muse of imagination
The gaudy sun is rightly envious
Let your laughter banish oblivion
While a traveler risk the impervious
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