Serenaded Peace

In a paradise of peaches and cream, is where the sand of the desert, 

met my passion’s heat. 

A horizon’s landscape of the sun’s peak, rose at my smile’s first look, toward the clouds for peace. 

The Oasis channeled my Chariot to await me.

A huge hot air balloon, traveled over mirage’s, my heart would love to consume. 

The scene serenaded desire in a closed heart to begin, 

thinking each grain of sand was accounted for, from the beginning to the very end.

To see it all again in passing, and to know it was never lost. 

Intrigued my love, of this Oasis peace, that became priceless to me in all cost.

POETRY BY Tamara Moore

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