Wandering
without focus in the dessert of desires, I often fall upon the ground to taste
the sands of time. Gathering my jolted efforts, I raise my head up again quite
quickly. My eyes suffused with liquid dreams of a world so plush. Clutching the
grainy-gold and bringing it close to my chipped lips; I blow it gently like my
wishful eyelash…
Drops
of forgiveness are spilled soon, embracing the phase of learning en route. Darkness
and chill of the desert by night is making my spirit numb, but my soul awaits
the sun of opportunity to warm it soon, because it’s yet not the end.
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