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The Desert

The crimson sun burns down with blazing heat,
Killing vegetation, scorching bare feet.
I journey alone through the rock and sand,
Hoping to one day flee from this wasteland.

Oasises appear, spinning up fast.
But these sources of life never do last.
They disappear before I get a taste,
And then I am forced to wander the wastes.

Nothing lives for long in this barren Hell.
Parched bones testify to that all too well.
When plants appear I hope for fertile land,
But when I reach them all I find is sand.

Unknown Poet

Page by Rene

06/04/04




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