Immersed in the dessert sun
Her troubles slowly melt away
The sparrows sing
And carry her pain on their wings
She is free
In the dry land
She calls home
I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
Immersed in the dessert sun
Her troubles slowly melt away
The sparrows sing
And carry her pain on their wings
She is free
In the dry land
She calls home
B.A. Wilcox © 