I'm moving down desolation row, <br />Where dessert winds of mind blow; <br />Burned loves in oblivion go, <br />This is how it goes. <br /> <br />Flying kites in cloudy sky; <br />Trusting words that don't say goodbye; <br />I have done what I could try, <br />Passions with its foes. <br /> <br />Scanning pictures moment’s thoughts, <br />Unloading affection lots; <br />Skimping all those temper plots, <br />Torn from a red rose.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/44-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
