Constellation of Words
Poems and Stories by M. Rangel
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Unguarded
Oh how I love your unguarded, sweet soul!
An untended garden abloom
'Midst the tall shading trees,
A pool of clear water in
Dry desert sand.
You are my comfort,
My refuge, my joy.
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