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Dreams of Shaded Sands
#WritcoPoemPrompt22
He drops on the sandy folds,
Of a deathly bed,
A lost traveler of a mighty desert,
Parched throat, cracked skin,
He is his own Messiah,
Or another vagabond victim...
(My part)
Searching for a lost oasis
Dreams of shaded sands
Desperate and disappearing wishes
He is on a path not yet journeyed
Not followed.
He is alone.
And with only his own strength
With only his own heart
Water may be found
The water of pain soaked eyes
May not nourish his tired soul
Drops dripped from above
Hold his future high.
Hold his future high.
And the painted thought of palms and plants
Will become a thought no more.
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He drops on the sandy folds,
Of a deathly bed,
A lost traveler of a mighty desert,
Parched throat, cracked skin,
He is his own Messiah,
Or another vagabond victim...
(My part)
Searching for a lost oasis
Dreams of shaded sands
Desperate and disappearing wishes
He is on a path not yet journeyed
Not followed.
He is alone.
And with only his own strength
With only his own heart
Water may be found
The water of pain soaked eyes
May not nourish his tired soul
Drops dripped from above
Hold his future high.
Hold his future high.
And the painted thought of palms and plants
Will become a thought no more.
© All Rights Reserved
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