'The past I hold in high esteem <br />Thoughts on love never leaving <br />As trees strained from the heat of the sun <br />And memories silently grieving <br /> <br />The winds that blows <br />Decides where my love will go <br />It may spread to east or south <br />And on far away fades with the sands <br />On this solitude... <br />With the waning of nature's songs <br />That brings back footprints <br />Of yesterday's melodies <br />There is something that I need to know <br />What you did that make me fall <br />In love, that I cannot let go <br /> <br />Every love that remain in silence <br />Always waits another time <br />As the winds repeat their cycles <br />It can differ or bring joy and rhyme.'<br /><br />Jesus James Llorico<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desert-melancholy/
