Desert Rose

Desert Rose
 Dry And Burnt
 Not A Cactus 
 Which Might Withstand More Well The Heat

 Only A Desert Rose
 With Spines And Thorns And Meek

 Thorns Shootout And Killed
 Not Prone To Burning Wounds
 Though Beautiful
 Shall Prick The Earnest Rambler 
 Who Ceases Thy Pith 

 Thrown Away Cast Aside
 Hidden From All Eyes
 A Trodden Desert Rose
 Along The Mountain Road
 Sings Now Solos Of Sickened Prose