Thorns in the bush

Departed by miles and burried by dunes.
But the same wind stroked our souls...
Yours and mine ...
What have you send me now,
wrapped inside the breeze ?
roses with thorns or
vanillas in pods ?
Or just another more reason
Or a lullaby of woe.
Or a bunch of condelences
for my dead heart you burried.

©anjelinathajuthomas