The Thorn Bush CallingI too often hear the voices, of the thorn bush calling.The Thorn Bush Calling by 77ate910
The forceful whispers never cease, to line my ears.
It proclaims of its beauty, with such an attractive tone.
The declaration that bliss, is but a step away.
I too often peek unto, the voluptuous thorn bush.
Such magnificence, each flower possesses!
Every petal has its own, unique curve and form.
It is quiet difficult to look, to any other direction.
Rather often I find myself, discounting the voices,
Trying to be somewhere, where the thorn bush is not.
Though it is not easy-ignoring the thorn bush,
The beautiful thorn bush, nobly, sweetly allures.
I want to be deaf, while the throne bush is calling.
I want my ears to be cleansed, of the constant voices,
For the thorn bush to call, but for my ears not to listen.
But want is not concrete; desire does not create.
The temptation unsleeping; there is no escape.
I look to the thorn bush, as it continues to beckon.
It shines with glamour, erect, naked, and strong.
It has no