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Mirage

The noonday sun is high in the sky,
the still desert air is oppressive and dry.
I have come so far, and yet so far to go,
how many more steps, I do not know.

My trek continues and to my surprise
there is the oasis, right before my eyes.
I reach down, water runs through my hands;
only to turn to the cruel desert sands.

I am where I was just the moment before;
only a mirage, not the true place I'm looking for.
So my journey goes forward, the place I seek
always just beyond the next sand dune peak.





Linda Morrow
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